The Coming Millennium

Awake! awake! O Zi­on!

Put on thy strength di­vine—

Thy gar­ments

bright in beau­ty—

The brid­al dress be thine:

Jerusalem the ho­ly

To pur­ity re­stored;

Meek bride

all fair and low­ly

Go forth to meet thy Lord.

From hence­forth pure and spot­less

All glo­ri­ous with­in

Prepared to meet the Bride­groom

And cleansed from ev­ery sin;

With love and won­der smit­ten

And bowed in guile­less shame

Upon thy heart be writ­ten

The new mys­ter­ious name.

Jerusalem the ho­ly

In light and peace be­hold;

Her glow­ing al­tars flam­ing

Her can­dle­sticks of gold.

The heav’n­ly Bride­groom’s dwell­ing

The place of Da­vid’s thrones;

Her so­lemn an­thems swell­ing

Her pave­ment pre­cious stones.

Jerusalem

vic­tor­ious

In tri­umph o’er her foes;

Mount Zi­on

great and glo­ri­ous

Thy gates no more shall close:

Earth’s mill­ions shall as­sem­ble

Around thy op­en door

While hell and Sa­tan trem­ble

And earth and Heav’n adore.

The Lamb who bore our sor­rows

Comes down to earth again;

No suf­fer­er now

but vic­tor

For ev­er­more to reign;

To reign in ev­ery na­tion

And rule in ev­ery zone:

O world-wide co­ro­na­tion!

In ev­ery heart a throne.

Awake! Awake! O Zi­on!

Thy brid­al day draws nigh—

The day of signs and won­ders

And mar­vels from on high:

The sun up­ris­es slow­ly

But keep thou watch and ward;

Fair bride

all pure and low­ly

Go forth to meet thy Lord.