
Zion
8, 7, 4
Thos. Hastings
1. On the mountain's top appearing, Lo! the sacred herald stands, Welcome news to Zion bearing, Zion, long in hostile lands: Mourning captive, God himself shall loose thy bands, (Repeat previous 2 lines) | 2. Lo! thy sun is risen in glory, God himself appears thy Friend; All thy foes shall flee before thee; Here their boasts and triumphs end: Great deliverance Zion's King vouchsafes to send, (Repeat previous 2 lines) | 3. Enemies no more shall trouble, All thy wrongs shall be redressed, For thy shame thou shalt have double, In thy Maker's favor blest; All thy conflicts End in an eternal rest (Repeat previous 2 lines) | |
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