The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even,
For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh.
3The beams of salvation his progress illume;
The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her Lord;
The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom,
And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad.
200. 7s. M. Bowring.
Report of the Watchman.
1Watchman! tell us of the night,
What its signs of promise are.