There shall be a day, that the watchmen upon the mount Ephraim shall cry, Jeremiah 31:6
Arise ye, and let us go up to Zion unto the Lord our God.
Arise! arise, with joy survey
The glory of the latter day;
Already is the dawn begun,
Which marks at hand a rising sun,
Which marks at hand a rising sun.
Behold the way! ye heralds, cry;
Spare not, but lift your voices high;
Convey the sound from pole to pole,
Glad tidings to the captive soul,
Glad tidings to the captive soul.
Behold the way! to Zion’s hill:
Where Israel’s God delights to dwell!
He fixes there His lofty throne,
And calls the sacred place His own,
And calls the sacred place His own.
The north gives up—the south no more
Keeps back her consecrated store;
From east to west the message runs,
And either India yields her sons,
And either India yields her sons.