The glorious hosts of Zion came;
High heaven with songs of triumph rung,
While thus they struck their harps and sung:
4 “O Zion, lift thy raptured eye;
The long-expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again;
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.
5 “See, Mercy, from her golden urn,
Pours a rich stream to them that mourn;
Behold, she binds with tender care