Though Now the Nations Sit Beneath

Though now the na­tions sit be­neath

The dark­ness of o’er­spread­ing death

God will arise with light di­vine

On Zi­on’s ho­ly tow­ers to shine.

That light shall shine on dist­ant lands

And wan­der­ing tribes

in joy­ful bands

Shall come

Thy glo­ry

Lord

to see

And in Thy courts to wor­ship Thee.

O light of Zi­on

now arise!

Let the glad morn­ing bless our eyes;

Ye na­tions

catch the kind­ling ray

And hail the splen­dors of the day.