Prosperity of Zion

BY G. HILLS.

Arise thou, and shine! for thy light is appearing, The glory of Lebanon, dressed in full verdure,

And glory and beauty thy temples adorn; The fir-tree, the pine-tree, the box-tree, shall rear

Lo! darkness and gloom on the nations are brooding, Their evergreen beauty; and, odor and splendor,

While brightly to thee breaks the radiant morn. The place of thy dwelling abundantly cheer.

The beams of thy glory the saints are reflecting, The sons of thy captors shall come to thee bending,

And scattering wide the refulgence so bright; And all that despised thee shall bow to thee low;

While princes and sages the dawn are expecting, Acknowledge thy excellence, greatly commending

When Gentiles and Jews shall rejoice in the light. The Zion, the dwelling of Jesus below.

Lo! now in glad troops see them hast'ning to Zion, The love and the presence of Jesus, thy Savior.

The sons and the daughters of faith, love and joy; Redeemer, and King, who is mighty to save,

Their trumpets are sounding, their banners are flying; Thou fully shalt know, and experience his favor,

In songs of redemption their tongues they employ. Rejoice in his smiles, now set free from the grave.

The camels of Midian, in multitudes, bending Thy wood and thy stone, changed to brass shall abound,

With frankincense, myrrh, and with offerings of gold; Thy iron to silver, thy brass to gold;

The flocks too of Kedar, with shepherds attending, Thy rulers and judges shall spread peace around.

Shall lay on thy altars their treasures untold. Thy officers true, shall the righteous uphold.

Behold, what are these, like a cloud on the ocean? No more in thy borders, the voice of contention,

Like doves to their windows, that fly thro' the air? Of discord, or wailing, or sorrow, they raise;

Ah! these are the ships from the Isles; for devotion But high from thy walls sounds the trump of salvation,

They bring with their treasures, thy sons from afar. And songs, in thy gates, of devotion and praise.

The sons of the strangers shall rear thy munitions, The days of thy mourning forever are ended,

And Kings shall thy walls and thy temples adorn; The sun and the moon shall no more be thy light;

Thy gates shall be crowded with hastening millions, But beauty and glory are over thee blended,

That bear to thy treasuries oil, wine and corn. Shed forth by Jehovah in majesty bright.

Thus Zion! the saints, after holiness parting,

Inherit for ever and ever thy lands;

A branch of renown, of Jehovah's own planting,

Messiah's own people the work of his hands.