Go Forth To The Mount, (Air.--Stevenson.)

Go forth to the Mount; bring the olive-branch home,[1]     And rejoice; for the day of our    freedom is come!     From that time,[2] when the moon upon Ajalon's vale,         Looking motionless down,[3] saw the kings of the earth,     In the presence of God's mighty champion grow pale--         Oh, never had Judah an hour of such mirth!     Go forth to the Mount--bring the olive-branch home,     And rejoice, for the day of our freedom is come!     Bring myrtle and palm--bring the boughs of each tree     That's worthy to wave o'er the tents of the Free.[4]     From that day when the footsteps of Israel shone         With a light not their own, thro' the Jordan's deep tide,     Whose waters shrunk back as the ark glided on[5]--         Oh, never had Judah an hour of such pride!     Go forth to the Mount--bring the olive-branch home,     And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!