1 That glorious day is drawing nigh,
When Zion's light shall shine;
She shall arise and shine on high,
Bright as the morning sun
The north and south their suns resign,
And earth's foundation bend;
Christ, like a comely bride adorn'd,
All-glorious shall descend.

2 The king that wears the glorious crown,
The azure flaming bow,
That holy city shall bring down,
To bless his saints below.
When Zion's bleeding conqu'ring king
Shall sin and death destroy,
The morning stars together sing,
And Zion shouts for joy.

3 The holy bright musician band,
Who play on harps of gold,
In holy order see they stand,
Fair Salem to behold.
Ascending on such melting strains,
Jehovah's name they bear,
Such shouts thro' earth's extensive plains
Were never heard before.

4 Let Satan rage and boast no more,
Nor think his reigning long,
The saints, tho' feeble weak and poor,
Their great Redeemer's strong,
He is their shield and hiding place,
A covert from the wind,
A fountain in the wilderness,
Throughout the weary land.

5 The chrystal streams run down from heav'n
They issue from the throne,
The floods of strive away are driv'n
The church becomes but one.
That peaceful union we shall know,
And live upon his love,
And shout and sing of grace below,
As angels do above.

6 A thousand years shall roll around,
The church shall be complete,
Call'd by the glorious trumpet sound,
Their Saviour Christ to meet,
They rise with joy, and mount on high,
They fly to Jesus' arms,
And gaze with wonder and delight,
On their beloved's charms,

7 Like apples fair his beauties are,
To feed and cheer the mind,
No earthly fruit can so recruit,
Nor flaggons full of wine.
Their troubles o'er, they grieve no more,
But sing in strains of joy,
In raptures sweet, and bliss complete,
They feast and never cloy.