Millennium

1 Look up, ye saints, with sweet sur­prise,
Toward the joy­ful com­ing day,
When Je­sus shall des­cend the skies,
And form a bright and daz­zling ray.

2 Nations shall in a day be born,
And swift, like doves, to Je­sus fly,
The church shall know no clouds re­turn,
No sor­rows mixing with their joy.

3 The li­on and the lamb shall feed
Together in His peace­ful reign;
And Zion, blest with heav’n­ly bread,
Of pinch­ing wants no more com­plain.

4 The Jew, the Greek, the bond, the free,
Shall boast their se­pa­rate rights no more;
But join in sweet­est har­mo­ny,
Their Lord, their Sav­ior to ad­ore.

5 Thus, ’till a thou­sand years be past,
Shall ho­li­ness and peace pre­vail;
And ev­ery knee shall bow to Christ,
And ev­ery tongue shall Je­sus hail.

6 Then the re­deemed shall mount on high,
Where their de­li­ver­ing Prince is gone;
And an­gels at His word shall fly,
To bless them with the con­quer­or’s crown.


Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16319

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