1 Rise, Zion, shine, thy light is come,
The glorious day's begun,
These beams we see so bright that be,
Dart from the glorious sun.
2 Of righteousness, that rising is;
The day doth dawn apace;
The songs of praise we hear a days:
Of Christ and his free grace.
3 Are tokens plain, the Lamb once slain
Is hastening to his throne;
The bride doth say, come, haste away,
My dear beloved one.
4 The saints rejoice, the turtle's voice
Is heard within the land:
The hundred forty four thousand
Shall soon with Jesus stand.
5 And they shall sing, to Christ their King,
Their songs in such a strain,
That learn can none but those alone
Who with the Lord shall reign.
6 Ye taught ones of the Lord, sing praise
To the Lamb the throne upon;
'Tis only he taught you and me
To sing the Lamb's new song.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791