1 The rise of Zion doth appear,
The seals are open'd to her mind,
The bride her ornament doth wear,
More then for many years behind.

2 Up from the wilderness she came,
Leaving tradition, will and pride,
And trusting in her Saviour's name
March'd glorious by her leader's side.

3 And as they march'd they talk'd of love,
No cross nor troubles doth appear,
She feels the comfort of the dove,
And thinks there's nothing she can fear.

4 But suddenly e're she's aware,
A watery fountain doth appear,
She sees her masters footsteps there,
Again she looks and sees more clear.

5 She stops and lifts her eyes above,
Cries can I follow Jesus here?
He looks at her with eyes of love,
Saith what is duty never fear.

6 The she's resolved with the view,
And is baptised like her Lord;
Then he restores the dove anew,
Shews her the treasures of his word.

7 These treasures much enrich the bride,
The good of this she soon doth find,
She still keeps near her Saviour's side,
Forgets the things that are behind.

8 Come all that trusts a Saviour's frame,
Take up your cross and follow him,
Come be baptised in his name,
To shew that you are dead to sin.