2 Has thy night been long and mournful? Have thy friends unfaithful proved? Have thy foes been proud and scornful, By thy sighs and tears unmoved? Cease thy mourning; Zion still is well-beloved.
3 God, thy God, will now restore thee: He himself appears thy Friend; All thy foes shall flee before thee; Here their boasts and triumphs end: Great deliverance Zion’s King will surely send.
4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee; All thy warfare now be past; God thy Saviour will defend thee; Victory is thine at last; All thy conflicts End in everlasting rest.
605 11s. Awake, awake, O Zion. Isaiah 52:1.
Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness; Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more: Bright o’er the hills dawns the day-star of gladness, Arise, for the night of thy sorrow is o’er.
2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them, And scattered their legions, was mightier far; They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge that pursued them, Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.
3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee, Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee, Th’ oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.
606 12s, 11s & 8s. In thy majesty, etc. Psalm 45:4.
The Prince of Salvation in triumph is riding, And glory attends him along his bright way; The news of his grace on the breezes is gliding, And nations are owning his sway.
2 And now thro’ the darkness of earth’s gloomy regions, The wheels of his chariot are rolling sublime; His banners unfolding his own true religion, Dispelling the errors of time.
3 Behold a bright angel from heaven descending, High lifting his trumpet, hosannas to raise: “Hail, Son of the Highest! let every knee bending, Adore thee with offerings of praise.
4 “Thy sword and thy buckler shall save and deliver The poor and the needy, from foes that assail; Thy bow and thy quiver shall vanquish for ever The prince and the legions of hell.
5 “Ride on in thy greatness, thou conquering Saviour; Let thousands of thousands submit to thy reign, Acknowledge thy goodness, entreat for thy favor, And follow thy glorious train.
6 “Ride on, till the compass of thy great dominion, The globe shall encircle from pole unto pole; And mankind, cemented with friendship and union, Obey thee with heart and with soul.
7 “Then loud shall ascend from each sanctified nation The voice of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise; And heaven shall echo the song of salvation, In rich and melodious lays.”
607 11s. Shout, inhabitant of Zion. Isaiah 12:6.
Zion, the marvelous story be telling, The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth! The brightest of angels in glory excelling, He stoops to redeem thee—he reigns upon earth, Shout the glad tidings! exultingly sing, Jerusalem triumphs! Messiah is King!
2 Tell how he cometh from nation to nation, The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round, How free to the sinner he offers salvation! How his people with joy everlasting are crowned! Shout the glad tidings! exultingly sing, Jerusalem triumphs! Messiah is King!
3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise; You angels, the full hallelujah be singing— One chorus resound thro’ the earth and the skies! Shout the glad tidings! exultingly sing, Jerusalem triumphs! Messiah is King!
608 11s & 10s. Hail to the brightness.
Hail, to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning! Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain; Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning, Zion in triumph begins her mild reign.
2 Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning, Long by the prophets of Israel foretold; Hail to the millions from bondage returning, Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold.
3 Lo! in the desert rich flowers are springing, Streams ever copious are gliding along; Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing, Wastes rise in verdure and mingle in song.
4 See, from all lands—from the isles of the ocean, Praise to Jehovah ascending on high; Fallen are the engines of war and commotion, Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.
609 H. M. Gird on thy sword, O most mighty! Psalm 45:3.
Gird on thy conquering sword, Ascend thy shining car, And march, almighty Lord! To wage thy holy war. Before his wheels, in glad surprise, Ye valleys, rise, and sink, ye hills.
2 Fair truth and smiling love, And injured righteousness, Under thy banners move, And seek from thee redress; Thou in thy cause shall prosperous ride, And far and wide dispense thy laws.