Hark! don't you hear the turtle dove, The token of redeeming love? From hill to hill we hear the sound, The neighb'ring valleys echo 'round; O Zion hear the turtle dove, The token of your Saviour's love, She comes the desert land to cheer, And welcome in the jubal year. His banner soon will be unfurled, And He will come to judge the world; On Zion's mountain we shall stand, In Canaan's fair celestial land; When sun and moon shall darken'd be; And flames consume the land and sea; When worlds on worlds together blaze; We'll shout, and loud hosannas raise.