O Zion, tune thy voice, and raise thy hands on high; tell all the earth thy joys, and boast 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 luster new divinely crowned. In honor to his Name reflect that sacred light; and loud that grace proclaim, which makes thy darkness bright; pursue his praise, till sovereign 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.