1 O Zion, tune thy voice,
and raise thy hands on high;
tell all the earth thy joys,
and boast salvation nigh.
Cheerful in God, arise and shine,
while rays divine stream all abroad.

2 He gilds the morning face
with beams that cannot fade;
his all-resplendent grace
he pours around thy head;
the nations round thy form shall view,
with luster new divinely crowned.

3 In honor to his Name
reflect that sacred light;
and loud that grace proclaim,
which makes thy darkness bright;
pursue his praise, till sovereign love
in worlds above the glory raise.

4 There on his holy hill
a brighter sun shall rise,
and with his radiance
fill those fairer purer skies;
while round his throne ten thousand stars
in nobler spheres his influence own.