Lift up your heads, ye heirs of glory

1 Lift up your heads, ye heirs of glory,
Cast aside your doubts and fears;
He who called you to His kingdom,
Soon will reign a thousand years.

Refrain:
A thousand years, children of Zion,
Glorious day so long foretold;
'Tis the morn of Zion's glory,
Sung by saints in days of old.

2 What if the hour of pain and sorrow
Being to your eyes most bitter tears?
God will wipe tears from all faces,
In that day of thousand years. [Refrain]

3 Sings of which there's no mistaking,
Tell that the day of glory nears,
Satan bound shall cease his conflict
With saints thro'out a thousand years. [Refrain]

4 The budding fig tree tells that summer
With its rip'ning harvest nears,
So the times as plainly teach us
The day's at hand, a thousand years. [Refrain]

5 Come, Jesus, come and reign victorious;
Come with prophets, martyrs, seers;
Come and take us home to Zion;
Come and reign a thousand years. [Refrain]

Source: Hymns of the Restoration #154