For Zion’s sake I will not rest, I will not hold my peace Until Jerusalem be blest, And Judah dwell at ease; 2 Until her righteousness return, As daybreak after night— The lamp of her salvation burn With everlasting light. 3 The Gentiles shall her glory see, And kings declare her fame; Appointed unto her shall be A new and holy name. 4 The watchmen on her walls appear, And day and night proclaim, “Zion’s Deliverer is near; Make mention of his name.” 5 Go through, go through, prepare the way, The gates wide open fling; With loudest voice let heralds say, “Behold thy coming King.” 596 C. M. Christ’s Church. Canticles 6:10. Say, who is she that looks abroad Like the sweet, blushing dawn, When with her living light she paints The dew-drops of the lawn? 2 Fair as the moon when in the skies Serene her throne she guides, And o’er the twinkling stars supreme In full orbed glory rides; 3 Clear as the sun, when from the east, Without a cloud he springs, And scatters boundless light and heat, From his resplendent wings. 4 Tremendous as a host that moves Majestically slow, With banners wide displayed, all armed, And fearless of the foe! 5 This is the church by heaven arrayed With strength and grace divine; Thus shall she strike her foes with dread, And thus her glories shine. 597 C. M. All nations shall flow unto it. Isaiah 2:2. Behold the mountain of the Lord In latter days shall rise, On mountain tops above the hills, And draw the wondering eyes. 2 To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues shall flow; Up to the hill of God, they’ll say, And to his house we’ll go! 3 The beam that shines from Zion hill Shall lighten every land! The King who reigns in Salem’s towers, Shall all the world command. 4 No strife shall vex Messiah’s reign, Or mar the peaceful years, To plowshares men shall beat their swords, To pruning-hooks their spears. 5 No longer hosts encountering hosts, Their millions slain deplore; They hang the trumpet in the hall, And study war no more. 6 Come, then—O come from every land, To worship at his shrine; And, walking in the light of God, With holy beauties shine. 598 P. M. We look for thine appearing. Come, O thou mighty Saviour, We look for thine appearing; Descend, we pray, Thy love display, Our waiting spirits cheering. 2 Come, clothed with glorious power; Let all thy saints adore thee, And let thy word, The Spirit’s sword, Subdue thy foes before thee.