Rise, O Salem, rise and shine!

Lo! the Gentiles hail thy waking;

Herald of a morn divine,

See the dayspring o'er us breaking,

Telling God has call'd to mind

Those who long in darkness pined.

Ah, how blindly did we stray,

Ere this sun our earth had brightened,

Heaven we sought not, for no ray

Had our 'wilder'd eyes enlighten'd!

All our looks were earthward bent,

All our strength on earth was spent.

But, the day-spring from on high

Hath arisen with beams unclouded,

And we aee before it fly

All the heavy gloom that shrouded

This sad earth, where sin and woe

Seem'd to reign o'er all below.

Thy appearing, Lord, shall fill

All my thoughts in sorrow's hour;

Thy appearing, Lord, shall still

All my dread of death's dark power;

Whether joy or tears be mine,

Through them still Thy light shall shine.

Let me, when my course is run,

Calmly leave a world of sadness

For the place that needs no sun,

For Thou art its light and gladness,

For the mansions fair and bright,

Where Thy saints are crown'd with light.