Cheer, O cheer, ye sons of Zion! Weary days will soon be past; Joy’s bright banner waving o’er us Tells that Heav’n is won at last. On that fair, celestial morning, Comes no cloud of grief or pain; In your peaceful tents abiding, Sorrow ne’er shall come again. Refrain Cheer, O cheer, ye sons of Zion! Weary days will soon be past; Joy’s bright banner waving o’er us Tells that Heav’n is won at last. Cheer, O cheer, the morn is breaking! Gloomy night will disappear; Christ will come with sweet awaking; Happier days will soon be here; Long the pilgrim path we’ve wandered, Long we’ve hoped ’mid doubt and fear, Hard we’ve pressed thro’ many a battle— Now the day of peace is here. Refrain Cheer, O cheer, the morn is breaking! Bright its beams of promise rise; Sing, O sing, ye heirs of Zion! Hear the welcome from the skies: “Come, ye blessèd of My Father,” Faint no more ’mid doubts and fears; Heaven’s bright portal opes before you; Wait for you immortal years. Refrain |