Night Rested on Judea’s Plains

Night rest­ed on Ju­dea’s plains

When an­gels came to earth

To bring the pi­ous shep­herds word

Of their Re­deem­er’s birth;

The Christ is born! the an­gel said

Heav’n bears to earth good will;

Go quick­ly

in the man­ger find

The King of Zi­on’s hill;

Go quick­ly

in the man­ger find

The King of Zi­on’s hill.

His words were true: the Child was found;

And when to man­hood grown

By Jor­dan’s stream to won­der­ing crowds

Jehovah made Him known;

This is My Son

the Fa­ther cried

He comes to do My will;

And He will be

by My de­cree

The King on Zi­on’s hill;

And He will be

by My de­cree

The King on Zi­on’s hill.

Anointed thus the Heir went forth

Our ru­ined world to save

And in this great and glo­ri­ous work

All Sa­tan’s hosts to brave;

And when the cross be­fore Him rose—

With heart un­daunt­ed still—

I shall yet be on earth

He said

The King of Zi­on’s hill.

I shall yet be on earth

He said

The King of Zi­on’s hill.

Nailed to the cross

His head He bowed

A pray­er

and He was dead;

The cri­sis of the world has come—

O God! had mer­cy fled?

His emp­ty tomb the truth re­veals—

He did His word ful­fill;

He rose tri­umph­ant ov­er death

The King of Zi­on’s hill;

He rose tri­umph­ant ov­er death

The King of Zi­on’s hill.

Go preach My Word

was His com­mand

To His dis­ci­ples giv’n;

Then slow­ly from the earth He rose

To God’s right hand in Heav’n;

His Church re­mains—His Word re­mains—

Its glo­ry grow­ing still—

And trust­ing mill­ions wait to see

The King of Zi­on’s hill;

And trust­ing mill­ions wait to see

The King of Zi­on’s hill.

May we be found in that great day

Among the ran­somed throng

That with im­mor­tal tongues shall sing

The new re­demp­tion song;

For ev­ery foe must sink and fall

Before His sov­er­eign will

And Christ alone on earth re­newed

Be king on Zi­on’s hill;

And Christ alone on earth re­newed

Be king on Zi­on’s hill.