That Glorious Day Is Drawing Nigh

That glo­ri­ous day is draw­ing nigh

When Zi­on’s light shall come;

She shall arise and shine on high

Bright as the morn­ing sun;

The north and south their sons re­sign

And earth’s foun­da­tions bend;

Clothed as a bride

Je­ru­sa­lem

All glo­ri­ous shall des­cend.

The king who wears the splen­did crown

The az­ure’s flam­ing bow;

The ho­ly city shall bring down

To bless His church be­low;

When Zi­on’s bleed­ing

con­quer­ing king

Shall sin and death de­stroy

The morn­ing stars shall join to sing

And Zi­on shout for joy.