The Coming Millennium

Verse 1

Awake, awake, O Zion, Put on thy strength divine, Thy garments bright in beauty, The bridal dress be thine: Jerusalem the holy, To purity restored; Meek Bride all fair and lowly, Go forth to meet thy Lord.

Verse 2

From henceforth pure and spotless, All glorious within, Prepared to meet the Bridegroom, And cleansed from every sin; With love and wonder smitten, And bowed in guileless shame, Upon thy heart be written The new mysterious name.

Verse 3

The Lamb who bore our sorrows, Comes down to earth again; No sufferer now, but victor, For evermore to reign: To reign in every nation, To rule in every zone, Oh, world-wide coronation, In every heart a throne.

Verse 4

Awake, awake, O Zion, Thy bridal day draws nigh, The day of signs and wonders, And marvels from on high. The sun uprises slowly, But keep thy watch and ward: Fair Bride, all pure and lowly, Go forth to meet thy Lord.