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!