Hopeful we look for the long-promised dawning,
Yearn for the light and the songs of the morning;
See how the shades pass! the day is begun;
God soon will smile on the Land of the Sun.
Let the harp, let the trumpet make haste and rejoice;
Stand, O ye people, and join every voice!
Wake, holy mountains! sing, tuneful fountains!
God soon will smile on the Land of the Sun!

God frowned on Judah,—His mercies withholding,—
Darkness He sent, all her glories enfolding,—
Blasting and blight on her meadows came down,
Olive and vine wilted under His frown.
But the curse is removed, the light is restored;
Stand, O ye people, give praise to the Lord!