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!