Zion, awake! thy strength renew,
Put on thy robes of beauteous hue;
Church of our God, arise and shine,
Bright with the beams of truth divine.
Soon shall thy radiance beam afar,
Wide as the heathen nations are;
Gentiles and kings thy light shall view,
And shall admire and love thee too.
Their streaming eyes together flow,
For human guilt and human woe;
Their ardent pray’rs together rise,
Like mingling flames in sacrifice.
Nor shall the sacred flames expire
When nature drops her warning fire;
Then shall they meet in realms above,
A heav’n of joy because of love.