When from Scattered Lands Afar

When from scat­tered lands afar

Spreads the voice of ru­mored war

Nations in tu­mul­tu­ous pride

Heave like ocean’s roar­ing tide;

When the so­lar splen­dors fail

When the cres­cent wax­eth pale;

World! do thou the sig­nal dread

We ex­alt the droop­ing head.

When the pow­ers that star-like reign

Sink dis­hon­ored to the plain

We up­lift the ex­pect­ant eye—

Our red­emp­tion draw­eth nigh

When the fig tree shoots ap­pear

Men be­hold their sum­mer near;

When the hearts of re­bels fail

We the com­ing Con­quer­or hail.

Bridegroom of Thy weep­ing spouse

Listen to her long­ing vows

Listen to her wi­dowed moan

Listen to cre­ation’s groan;

Bid

O bid Thy trum­pet sound

Gather Thine elect around:

Call them from the cheer­less gloom

Call them from the mar­ble tomb.

From the grass-grown vil­lage grave

From the deep dis­solv­ing wave

From the whirl­wind and the flame

Mighty Head

Thy mem­bers claim.

Where Thy cross in ang­uish stood

Where Thy life dis­tilled in blood

Where they mocked Thy dy­ing groan

King of na­tions

claim Thy throne.