For Zi­on’s sake I will not rest
I will not hold my peace
Until Je­ru­sa­lem be blest
And Ju­dah dwell at ease;

Until her right­eous­ness re­turn
As day­break af­ter night—
The lamp of her sal­va­tion burn
With ev­er­last­ing light.

The Gen­tiles shall her glo­ry see,
And kings de­clare her fame;
Appointed un­to her shall be
A new and ho­ly name.

The watch­men on her walls ap­pear,
And day and night pro­claim,
Zion’s de­liv­er­er is near;
Make men­tion of His name.

The Lord up­holds her with His hand,
And claims her for His own—
The di­adem of Ju­dah’s land
The glo­ry of His crown.

Go through, go through, pre­pare the way,
The gates wide op­en fling;
With loud­est voice let her­alds say,
Behold thy com­ing king!