Rise, O Sa­lem, rise and shine;
Lo, the Gen­tiles hail thy wak­ing;
Herald of a morn di­vine,
See the day­spring o’er us break­ing,
Telling God hath called to mind
Those who long in dark­ness pined.

O how blind­ly we did stray,
Ere this sun our earth had bright­ened;
Heaven we sought not, for no ray
Had our wil­dered eyes en­light­ened:
All our looks were earth­ward bent,
All our strength on earth was spent.

But the day­spring from on high
Hath aris­en with beams un­cloud­ed,
And we see be­fore Him fly
All the hea­vy gloom that shroud­ed
This sad earth, where sin and woe
Seemed to reign o’er all below.

Thine ap­pear­ing, Lord, shall fill
All my thoughts in sor­row’s hour;
Thine ap­pear­ing, Lord, shall still
All my dread of death’s dark pow­er;
Whether joys or tears be mine,
Through them still Thy light shall shine.

Let me, when my course is run,
Calmly leave a world of sad­ness
For the place that needs no sun—
For Thou art its light and glad­ness—
For the man­sions fair and bright,
Where Thy saints are crowned with light.