O Zion, tune thy voice, And raise thy hands on high; Tell all the earth thy joys, And shout salvation nigh: Cheerful in God, Arise and shine: While rays divine Stream all abroad. He gilds the morning face With beams that cannot fade; His all-resplendent grace He pours around thy head: The nations round Thy form shall view, With lustre new Divinely crowned. In honor to His name Reflect that sacred light, And loud that grace proclaim Which makes the darkness bright: Pursue His praise, Till sov'reign love, In worlds above, The glory raise. There, on His holy hill, A brighter Sun shall rise, And with His radiance fill Those fairer, purer skies; While round His throne Ten thousand stars In nobler spheres His influence own.