Awake, Arise, Thy Light Is Come. (Air.--Stevenson.)

Awake, arise, thy light is come;[1]         The nations, that before outshone thee,     Now at thy feet lie dark and dumb--         The glory of the Lord is on thee!     Arise--the Gentiles to thy ray,         From every nook of earth shall cluster;     And kings and princes haste to pay         Their homage to thy rising lustre.[2]     Lift up thine eyes around, and see         O'er foreign fields, o'er farthest waters,     Thy exiled sons return to thee,         To thee return thy home-sick daughters.[3]     And camels rich, from Midians' tents,         Shall lay their treasures down before thee;     And Saba bring her gold and scents,         To fill thy air and sparkle o'er thee.[4]     See, who are these that, like a cloud,[5]         Are gathering from all earth's dominions,     Like doves, long absent, when allowed         Homeward to shoot their trembling pinions.     Surely the isles shall wait for me,[6]         The ships of Tarshish round will hover,     To bring thy sons across the sea,         And waft their gold and silver over.     And Lebanon thy pomp shall grace[7]--         The fir, the pine, the palm victorious     Shall beautify our Holy Place,         And make the ground I tread on glorious.     No more shall dischord haunt thy ways,[8]         Nor ruin waste thy cheerless nation;     But thou shalt call thy portal Praise,         And thou shalt name thy walls Salvation.     The sun no more shall make thee bright,[9]         Nor moon shall lend her lustre to thee;     But God, Himself, shall be thy Light,         And flash eternal glory thro' thee.     Thy sun shall never more go down;         A ray from heaven itself descended     Shall light thy everlasting crown--         Thy days of mourning all are ended.[10]     My own, elect, and righteous Land!         The Branch, for ever green and vernal,     Which I have planted with this hand--         Live thou shalt in Life Eternal.[11]