1	Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning!     Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain! Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning;     Zion in triumph begins her mild reign.
2	Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning,     Long by the prophets of Israel foretold! Hail to the millions from bondage returning!     Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold.
3	Lo! in the desert rich flowers are springing;     Streams ever copious are gliding along; Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing;     Wastes rise in verdure, and mingle in song.
4	See, from all lands--from the isles of the ocean--     Praise to Jehovah ascending on high; Fallen the engines of war and commotion;     Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.
Thomas Hastings