Oh, Bright and Happy Olivet

Oh

bright and hap­py Ol­iv­et

Where once the Mas­ter trod

From whence He first went up on high—

True Man and ve­ry God.

Incarnate Christ in hu­man flesh

We wait till Thou ap­pear

With glo­ry crowned

and saints around

Caught up in joy and fear.

Oh

bright and hap­py Ol­iv­et

Once more shalt thou be­hold

The bless­èd form of God’s own Son

As by those an­gels told.

And then shall Da­vid’s throne be set

And Is­ra­el too shall be

Amid the hap­py throng that shall

The true Mes­si­ah see.

Oh

bright and hap­py Ol­iv­et

How glad that day and fair

When Jew and Gen­tile in ac­cord

His love shall then de­clare.

For when He comes

they shall re­turn

With joy up­on their head

For Is­ra­el shall ac­cept­ed be

As liv­ing from the dead!

Oh

bright and hap­py Ol­iv­et

The time now draw­eth near

When Is­ra­el

God’s be­loved

shall know

Contrition’s sweet­est tear.

For Christ shall come to earth again

His scat­tered flock to save;

And on the throne of Da­vid reign

Victorious o’er the grave.