Strike the Harp of Zion

Strike the harp of Zi­on

wake the tune­ful lay;

Bear the joy­ful tid­ings far away;

Lo! the morn is break­ing

morn of pur­est love

Praise for­ev­er

praise to God ab­ove.

Glory! glo­ry! hark! the an­gels sing

Glory! glo­ry! hear the ec­ho ring!

Strike the harp of Zi­on

wake the tune­ful lay;

Bear the joy­ful tid­ings far away

far away

Bear the joy­ful tid­ings far away.

Over dist­ant re­gions veiled in er­ror’s night;

See the ho­ly dawn of Gos­pel light;

See! the na­tions com­ing at the Sav­ior’s call

Coming now to crown Him Lord of all.

O

the joy­ful sto­ry

life to ev­ery soul!

Like a migh­ty ocean let it roll

Bringing home the lost ones from the path of sin

Till the world shall all be ga­thered in.