“Hail to the brightness.”

Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning !Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain ;Hush'd 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 ringingWastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song.

See, the dead risen from land and from ocean,Praise to Jehovah ascending on high;Fall'n are the engines of war and commotion,Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.