Awake, Arise, Thy Light Is Come;[1] The Nations, That Before Outshone Thee, Now At Thy Feet Lie Dark And Dumb-- The Glory Of The Lord Is On Thee! Arise--The Gentiles To Thy Ray, From Every Nook Of Earth Shall Cluster; And Kings And Princes Haste To Pay Their Homage To Thy Rising Lustre.[2] Lift Up Thine Eyes Around, And See O'Er Foreign Fields, O'Er Farthest Waters, Thy Exiled Sons Return To Thee, To Thee Return Thy Home-Sick Daughters.[3] And Camels Rich, From Midians' Tents, Shall Lay Their Treasures Down Before Thee; And Saba Bring Her Gold And Scents, To Fill Thy Air And Sparkle O'Er Thee.[4] See, Who Are These That, Like A Cloud,[5] Are Gathering From All Earth'S Dominions, Like Doves, Long Absent, When Allowed Homeward To Shoot Their Trembling Pinions. Surely The Isles Shall Wait For Me,[6] The Ships Of Tarshish Round Will Hover, To Bring Thy Sons Across The Sea, And Waft Their Gold And Silver Over. And Lebanon Thy Pomp Shall Grace[7]-- The Fir, The Pine, The Palm Victorious Shall Beautify Our Holy Place, And Make The Ground I Tread On Glorious. No More Shall Dischord Haunt Thy Ways,[8] Nor Ruin Waste Thy Cheerless Nation; But Thou Shalt Call Thy Portal Praise, And Thou Shalt Name Thy Walls Salvation. The Sun No More Shall Make Thee Bright,[9] Nor Moon Shall Lend Her Lustre To Thee; But God, Himself, Shall Be Thy Light, And Flash Eternal Glory Thro' Thee. Thy Sun Shall Never More Go Down; A Ray From Heaven Itself Descended Shall Light Thy Everlasting Crown-- Thy Days Of Mourning All Are Ended.[10] My Own, Elect, And Righteous Land! The Branch, For Ever Green And Vernal, Which I Have Planted With This Hand-- Live Thou Shalt In Life Eternal.[11]