Rejoice! ye saints, the time draws near,
When the Mes­si­ah shall ap­pear;
The wil­der­ness shall bloom!
Jerusalem break forth in song,
Zion the joy­ful notes pro­long;
Thy Ju­bi­lee is come!

Rejoice! the day be­gins to dawn,
That ush­ers in the glo­ri­ous morn,
That peace on earth shall bring;
And truth shall sit on ev­ery hill,
And bless­ings flow from ev­ery rill,
And all the isles shall sing.

O Zion, hail the glo­ri­ous day,
When sin and sor­row flee away,
When all thy foes are slain;
And peace shall reach from shore to shore,
And na­tions shall learn war no more,
The Prince of Peace shall reign!

Come quick­ly! Bless­èd Lord, ap­pear!
Let an­gels tell Thy com­ing near,
And strike the tune­ful lyre.
Safe in the Sav­ior’s love we’ll stand
With harps all tremb­ling in our hand,
To join the glo­ri­ous choir.

Hail! glo­ri­ous morn—aus­pi­cious day!
The lamb shall with the leo­pard play,
And by his side lie down;
Open with joy, ye pear­ly gates,
For lo! the throne of Da­vid waits,
For Da­vid’s roy­al Son!