From Olive's Hill, the multitude upgazing
Beheld, until the Savior passwed from view
But radiant heralds uttered words of promise
He who has gone shall come again to you
Again, again, the nations shall behold Him!
Again, again, enrobed in majesty
In clouds of glory ev'ry eye shall see Him
Again, again, the King of Glory see!
Again, but not in weakness or in sorrow
Again, but not for bitter pain and loss
The Son of God shall come in glory spendid
Again, but not to bear shame's bitter cross
O Zion, clothe thyself in raiment holy
Lift up thine eyes to greet thy coming King
Rejoice, rejoice, no more be robed in sorrow
Rejoice, O Zion, lift thy voice and sing
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