1 Rise, Zion, shine, thy Light is come,
The glorious Day's begun,
These Beams we see so bright that be,
Dart from the glorious Sun.

2 Of Righteousness, that rising is;
The Day doth dawn apace;
The Songs of Praise we hear a Days:
Of Christ and his Free Grace.

3 Are Tokens plain, the Lamb once slain
Is hast'ning to his Throne;
The Bride doth say, come, haste away,
My dear beloved One.

4 The Saints rejoice, the Turtle's Voice
Is heard within the Land:
The hundred Forty four Thousand
Shall soon with Jesus stand.

5 And they shall sing, to Christ their King,
Their Songs in such a Strain,
That learn can none but those alone
Who with the Lord shall reign.

6 Ye taught Ones of the Lord, sing Praise
To th' Lamb th' Throne upon;
'Tis only he taught you and me
To sing the Lamb's new Song.