Yonder, friend, behold the darkness

Lightly tinged with streaks of grey;

Far beyond the Mount of Olives

Comes the glorious radiant day.

See how pink and rosy fingers

Clamber up the lightening sky;

Heralds of the sun's own glory,

Soon to reign supreme on high.

Now the light has reached to Hebron;

Priests and watchmen cry aloud;

Men are rousing from their slumbers,

Heads in prayer and praise are bowed.

Lo! the sun itself, in splendour

Rises high o'er Zion's hill,

Pouring down its life and blessing

Free for men to take their fill.

Come thou thus, O blessed Jesus

To this darksome world of sin,

Bringing rich Millennial blessings,

Calling men to enter in.

Thus the glory of thy presence

Manifest to all will be,

Glory that enshrouds creation,

As the waters shroud the sea.

AOH