The Latter Day

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! Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning, Long by the prophets of Israel foretold; Hail to the millions from bondage returning; Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold! Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing; Streams ever copious are gliding along; Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing; Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song. See, from all lands, from the isles of the ocean, Praise to Jehovah ascending on high; Fallen are the engines of war and commotion; Shouts of salvation are rending the sky!

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English
Thomas Hastings

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