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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.