Cheer, O cheer, ye sons of Zi­on!
Weary days will soon be past;
Joy’s bright ban­ner wav­ing o’er us
Tells that Heav’n is won at last.
On that fair, ce­les­ti­al morn­ing,
Comes no cloud of grief or pain;
In your peace­ful tents abid­ing,
Sorrow ne’er shall come again.

Refrain

Cheer, O cheer, ye sons of Zi­on!
Weary days will soon be past;
Joy’s bright ban­ner wav­ing o’er us
Tells that Heav’n is won at last.

Cheer, O cheer, the morn is break­ing!
Gloomy night will dis­ap­pear;
Christ will come with sweet awak­ing;
Happier days will soon be here;
Long the pil­grim path we’ve wan­dered,
Long we’ve hoped ’mid doubt and fear,
Hard we’ve pressed thro’ many a bat­tle—
Now the day of peace is here.

Refrain

Cheer, O cheer, the morn is break­ing!
Bright its beams of pro­mise rise;
Sing, O sing, ye heirs of Zi­on!
Hear the wel­come from the skies:
Come, ye bless­èd of My Fa­ther,
Faint no more ’mid doubts and fears;
Heaven’s bright por­tal opes before you;
Wait for you im­mor­tal years.

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