223 Rise, O Salem, rise and shine!

1 Rise, O Salem, rise and shine! Lo, the Gentiles hail Thy waking; Herald of a morn divine, See the Day-spring o'er us breaking, Telling God has called to mind Those who long in darkness pined. 2 O how blindly did we stray, Ere this sun our path had brightened! Heaven we sought not, for no ray Had our bewildered eyes enlightened; All our looks were earthward bent, All our strength on earth was spent. 3 But the Day-spring from on high Hath arisen with beams unclouded, And we see before it fly All the heavy gloom that shrouded This sad earth, where sin and woe Seemed to reign o'er all below. 4 Thy appearing, Lord, shall fill All my thoughts in sorrow's hour; Thy appearing, Lord, shall still All my dread of death's dark power; Whether joy or tears be mine, Through them still Thy light shall shine. 5 Let me, when my course is run, Calmly leave a world of sadness For the place that needs no sun, For Thou art its light and gladness, For the mansions fair and bright, Where Thy saints are crowned with light.