From Ol­ive’s hill, the mul­ti­tude up­gaz­ing,
Beheld, un­til the Sav­ior passed from view;
But ra­di­ant her­alds ut­tered words of pro­mise,
He who has gone shall come again to you.

Refrain

Again, again, the na­tions shall be­hold Him!
Again, again, en­robed in ma­jes­ty;
In clouds of glo­ry ev­ery eye shall see Him,
Again, again, the King of Glo­ry see!

Again, but not in weak­ness or in sor­row;
Again, but not for bit­ter pain and loss;
The Son of God shall come in glo­ry splen­did,
Again, but not to bear shame’s bit­ter cross.

Refrain

O Zi­on, clothe thy­self in rai­ment ho­ly;
Lift up thine eyes to greet thy com­ing king;
Rejoice, re­joice, no more be robed in sor­row,
Rejoice, O Zi­on, lift thy voice and sing.

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