Oh, bright and hap­py Olivet,
Where once the Mas­ter trod,
From whence He first went up on high—
True Man and ve­ry God.

Incarnate Christ in hu­man flesh,
We wait till Thou ap­pear,
With glo­ry crowned, and saints around
Caught up in joy and fear.

Oh, bright and hap­py Ol­iv­et,
Once more shalt thou be­hold
The bless­èd form of God’s own Son,
As by those an­gels told.

And then shall Da­vid’s throne be set,
And Is­ra­el too shall be
Amid the hap­py throng that shall
The true Mes­si­ah see.

Oh, bright and hap­py Ol­iv­et,
How glad that day and fair,
When Jew and Gen­tile in ac­cord
His love shall then de­clare.

For when He comes, they shall re­turn
With joy up­on their head,
For Is­ra­el shall ac­cept­ed be
As liv­ing from the dead!

Oh, bright and hap­py Ol­iv­et,
The time now draw­eth near
When Is­ra­el, God’s be­loved, shall know
Contrition’s sweet­est tear.

For Christ shall come to earth again,
His scat­tered flock to save;
And on the throne of Da­vid reign,
Victorious o’er the grave.