THE time is near when Zion's sons

1THE time is near when Zion's sons, With rapturous joy shall sing the song Foretold by seers—anointed ones: We have a city great and strong.

2Open, ye gates! The glorious King Approaches with a holy throng; Open, ye gates! Saints, angels, sing On golden harps the victor's song!

3O righteous nation! enter in, That kept the law of truth below, Enter the place all free from sin, Where living streams forever flow.

4Within these walls shall they remain, Well trusted, mighty Lord! in thee; Death shall not conquer their domain, They, deathless, shall forever free.

5Thus the redeemed to Zion come, With glory shining from their faces; Angelic legions wait them home, While shouts of praise the earth employ.