1 But who shall see that glorious day,
When thron'd on Zion's brow,
The Lord shall rend the veil away
Which hides the nations now:
When earth no more beneath the fear
Of his rebuke shall lie;
And pain shall cease, and ev'ry tear
Be wip'd from ev'ry eye?
2 Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn
Beneath the heathen's chain;
Thy days of splendor shall return,
And all be new again.
The fount of life shall then be quaff'd
In peace by all who come;
And ev'ry gale that blows shall waft
Some long lost exile home.