Now Let Our Faith with Joy Survey

Now let our faith with joy sur­vey

The glo­ries of the lat­ter day;

Its dawn al­rea­dy seems be­gun

Sure ear­nest of the ris­ing sun.

The friends of truth as­sem­bled stand

A chos­en

con­se­crat­ed band

The em­blem of the cross dis­play

And cry aloud

Be­hold the way!

Behold the way to Zi­on’s hill

Where Is­ra­el’s God de­lights to dwell;

He fix­es there His lof­ty throne

And calls the sac­red place His own.

Behold the way! ye her­alds! cry;

Spare not

but lift your voic­es high;

Convey the sound from shore to shore

And bid the cap­tive sigh no more.

Auspicious dawn! thy ris­ing ray

With joy we view

and hail the day;

Thou Sun! arise

su­preme­ly bright

And fill the world with pur­est light.