Strike the harp of Zi­on, wake the tune­ful lay;
Bear the joy­ful tid­ings far away;
Lo! the morn is break­ing, morn of pur­est love,
Praise for­ev­er, praise to God above.

Refrain

Glory! glo­ry! hark! the an­gels sing,
Glory! glo­ry! hear the ec­ho ring!
Strike the harp of Zi­on, wake the tune­ful lay;
Bear the joy­ful tid­ings far away, far away,
Bear the joy­ful tid­ings far away.

Over dist­ant re­gions veiled in er­ror’s night;
See the ho­ly dawn of Gos­pel light;
See! the na­tions com­ing at the Sav­ior’s call,
Coming now to crown Him Lord of all.

Refrain

O, the joy­ful sto­ry, life to ev­ery soul!
Like a migh­ty ocean let it roll,
Bringing home the lost ones from the path of sin,
Till the world shall all be ga­thered in.

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