ZION, AWAKE!
BREAK forth in song, long-silent earth,
Take up the unforgotten strain;
Spread over vale and hill the mirth
That tells of time begun again!
Awake, Jerusalem, rejoice!
Thy night is glimmering into, noon;
Zion, arise, lift up thy voice,
Thy sorrows shall be ended soon!
Sounds the deep vesper-bell of time,
Through earth’s last tempest slowly borne;
For thee it is the matin-chime,
And to thy sons the note of morn.
Arise, put on thy robe of white!
Deck thee with beauty; let each gem
Sparkle its fairest to the light;
Put on thy crown, Jerusalem!
Thy widowhood is over now!
Strip off thy weeds; in bridal gold
And orient pearls thy glory show,
More regal than in days of old.
Upon thee now the Bridegroom pours
The fulness of an unquenched love;
He leads thee where the endless stores
Of His own gladness thou shalt prove.
He comes, with His own hand to press
Each wrinkle from thy careworn brow;
‘Tis joy, and song, and mirth, and bliss,
All Hallel and Hosanna now.
Horatius Bonar, Hymns of Faith and Hope: Second Series, (London: J. Nisbet & Co., 1886), 194–195.
BREAK forth in song, long-silent earth,
Take up the unforgotten strain;
Spread over vale and hill the mirth
That tells of time begun again!
Awake, Jerusalem, rejoice!
Thy night is glimmering into, noon;
Zion, arise, lift up thy voice,
Thy sorrows shall be ended soon!
Sounds the deep vesper-bell of time,
Through earth’s last tempest slowly borne;
For thee it is the matin-chime,
And to thy sons the note of morn.
Arise, put on thy robe of white!
Deck thee with beauty; let each gem
Sparkle its fairest to the light;
Put on thy crown, Jerusalem!
Thy widowhood is over now!
Strip off thy weeds; in bridal gold
And orient pearls thy glory show,
More regal than in days of old.
Upon thee now the Bridegroom pours
The fulness of an unquenched love;
He leads thee where the endless stores
Of His own gladness thou shalt prove.
He comes, with His own hand to press
Each wrinkle from thy careworn brow;
‘Tis joy, and song, and mirth, and bliss,
All Hallel and Hosanna now.
Horatius Bonar, Hymns of Faith and Hope: Second Series, (London: J. Nisbet & Co., 1886), 194–195.
ZION, AWAKE!
BREAK forth in song, long-silent earth,
Take up the unforgotten strain;
Spread over vale and hill the mirth
That tells of time begun again!
Awake, Jerusalem, rejoice!
Thy night is glimmering into, noon;
Zion, arise, lift up thy voice,
Thy sorrows shall be ended soon!
Sounds the deep vesper-bell of time,
Through earth’s last tempest slowly borne;
For thee it is the matin-chime,
And to thy sons the note of morn.
Arise, put on thy robe of white!
Deck thee with beauty; let each gem
Sparkle its fairest to the light;
Put on thy crown, Jerusalem!
Thy widowhood is over now!
Strip off thy weeds; in bridal gold
And orient pearls thy glory show,
More regal than in days of old.
Upon thee now the Bridegroom pours
The fulness of an unquenched love;
He leads thee where the endless stores
Of His own gladness thou shalt prove.
He comes, with His own hand to press
Each wrinkle from thy careworn brow;
‘Tis joy, and song, and mirth, and bliss,
All Hallel and Hosanna now.
Horatius Bonar, Hymns of Faith and Hope: Second Series, (London: J. Nisbet & Co., 1886), 194–195.
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