Hail to the brightness
of Zion’s glad morning
Joy to the lands
that in darkness have lain
Hushed be the accents
of sorrow and mourning
Zion in triumph
begins her mild reign

Lo in the desert
rich flowers are springing
Streams ever copious
are gliding along
Loud from the mountaintops
echoes are ringing
Wastes rise in verdure
and mingle in song

See from all lands
from the isles of the ocean
Praise to the Savior
ascending on high
ascending on high
Saints come to Zion
with songs of devotion
Shouts of salvation
are rending the sky