Go Forth To The Mount; Bring The Olive-Branch Home,[1] And Rejoice; For The Day Of Our Freedom Is Come! From That Time,[2] When The Moon Upon Ajalon'S Vale, Looking Motionless Down,[3] Saw The Kings Of The Earth, In The Presence Of God'S Mighty Champion Grow Pale-- Oh, Never Had Judah An Hour Of Such Mirth! Go Forth To The Mount--Bring The Olive-Branch Home, And Rejoice, For The Day Of Our Freedom Is Come! Bring Myrtle And Palm--Bring The Boughs Of Each Tree That's Worthy To Wave O'Er The Tents Of The Free.[4] From That Day When The Footsteps Of Israel Shone With A Light Not Their Own, Thro' The Jordan'S Deep Tide, Whose Waters Shrunk Back As The Ark Glided On[5]-- Oh, Never Had Judah An Hour Of Such Pride! Go Forth To The Mount--Bring The Olive-Branch Home, And Rejoice, For The Day Of Our Freedom Is Come!