The Glory of the Church in the latter Day. Isaiah lx. 1

O Zion, tune thy Voice, And raise thy Hands on high; Tell all the Earth thy Joys, And boast Salvation nigh. Chearful in GOD, Arise and shine, While Rays divine Stream all abroad,

He gilds thy mourning Face With Beams that cannot fade; His all-resplendent Grace He pours around thy Head; The Nations round Thy Form shall view, With Lustre new Divinely crown'd.

In Honour to his Name Reflect that sacred Light; And loud that Grace proclaim, Which makes thy Darkness bright: Persue his Praise, Till sov'reign Love In Worlds above The Glory raise.

There on his holy Hill A brighter Sun shall rise, And with his Radiance fill Those fairer purer Skies; While round his Throne Ten thousand Stars In nobler Spheres His Influence own.