1 O Zion, tune thy voice,
And raise thy hands on high;
Tell all the earth thy joys,
And boast salvation nigh;
Cheerful in God,
Arise and shine,
While rays divine
Stream all abroad.
2 He gilds thy mourning face
With beams that cannot fade;
His all-resplendent grace
He sheds upon thy head;
The nations round
Thy form shall view,
With lustre new
Divinely crown'd.
3 In honour to His name
Reflect that sacred light;
And loud that grace proclaim,
Which makes thy darkness bright.
Pursue his praise,
till sov'reign love
In worlds above,
The glory raise.
4 There, on his holy hill,
A brighter sun shall rise,
And with His radiance fill
Those fairer, purer skies;
While round his throne
Ten thousand stars
In nobler spheres
His influence own.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O Zion, tune thy voice |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
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Topic: | Kingdom and Church of Christ |