Zion, Awake and Brighten

Zion

awake and bright­en!

Lo

day be­gins to light­en

Thy Light draws nigh to thee;

The bright­ness of His glo­ry

The morn of pro­phets’ sto­ry

Now shines around and ov­er thee.

Though earth is yet be­cloud­ed

And Gen­tile na­tions shroud­ed

In dark­ness dense and drear

The Lord

thy life

hath blessed thee

With lov­ing grace ca­ressed thee

And crowned thy brow with hon­ors dear.

On this broad earth the na­tions

Throughout all ge­ne­ra­tions

That see the light of day

Shall learn thy bright­er glo­ry;

And men shall haste be­fore thee

To see thy light and bless its ray.

Behold the surg­ing mass­es!

Thy Light doth draw all class­es

The world turns un­to thee

Thy fame hath reached their hear­ing

Their sons and daugh­ters

near­ing

Haste at thy shrine to bend the knee.

Thy heart shall leap with­in thee

When thou shalt see th’as­sem­bly

Th’abun­dance of the sea;

Thine eyes shall feast on cours­es

Of my­ri­ad Gen­tile forc­es

That come con­vert­ed un­to thee.

There are glad de­le­ga­tions

From Ephah and far na­tions

And clouds from Mi­di­an;

With gold shall Sa­ba cheer thee

And in­cense; all that near thee

Shall sing thy praise

O chos­en one!