Rise, O Salem, Rise and Shine

Rise

O Sa­lem

rise and shine;

Lo

the Gen­tiles hail thy wak­ing;

Herald of a morn di­vine

See the day­spring o’er us break­ing

Telling God hath called to mind

Those who long in dark­ness pined.

O how blind­ly we did stray

Ere this sun our earth had bright­ened;

Heaven we sought not

for no ray

Had our wil­dered eyes en­light­ened:

All our looks were earth­ward bent

All our strength on earth was spent.

But the day­spring from on high

Hath aris­en with beams un­cloud­ed

And we see be­fore Him fly

All the hea­vy gloom that shroud­ed

This sad earth

where sin and woe

Seemed to reign o’er all be­low.

Thine ap­pear­ing

Lord

shall fill

All my thoughts in sor­row’s hour;

Thine ap­pear­ing

Lord

shall still

All my dread of death’s dark pow­er;

Whether joys or tears be mine

Through them still Thy light shall shine.

Let me

when my course is run

Calmly leave a world of sad­ness

For the place that needs no sun—

For Thou art its light and glad­ness—

For the man­sions fair and bright

Where Thy saints are crowned with light.