1.
Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning!
Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain!
Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning;
Zion, in triumph, begins her mild reign.
2.
Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing;
Streams ever copious are gliding along;
Loud, from the mountaintops echoes are ringing;
Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song.
3.
See, the dead risen from land and from ocean;
Praise to Jehovah, ascending on high;
Fallen the engines of war and commotion,
Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.
Reign, reign for aye.