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.