1 The glorious day is drawing nigh,
When Sion's light shall come:
She shall arise and shine on high
Bright as the morning sun.
The north and south their suns resign,
And earth's foundation bend;
Adorn'd as a bride Jerusalem,
All-glorious shall descend.
2 The king that bears the golden crown,
The azure, flaming bow;
The holy city shall bring down
To bless the saints below.
When Sion's bleeding conqu'ring king
Shall sin and death destroy;
The morning stars together sing,
And Sion shout for joy.
3 The holy bright musician bands
Who sing on harps of gold,
Palms in their hands they upward tend,
Fair Salem to behold!
Ascending on such melting strains,
Jehovah's name they bear;
Such shouts thro' earth's extensive plains,
Was never heard before!
4 Let satan rage and boast no more,
Ye fiends of darkness fly;
Though saints are feeble weak and poor,
Their great Redeemer's nigh.
He is their shield their hiding place;
A covert from the wind;
Streams from the rock in the wilderness,
Throughout this weary land.
5 The chrystal streams run down from heav'n,
They issue from the throne:
The floods of strife away are driven,
The church becomes but one.
That peaceful union she shall know
And live upon his love!
And shout and sing of grace below,
As angels do above!