Christian Worship Millennium Hymn.
Isles of the south, awake!
The song of triumph sing;
Let mount, and hill, and vale,
With hallelujahs ring:
Shout, for the idol’s overthrown,
And Israel’s God is God alone.
Wild wastes of Afric, shout!
Your shackled sons are free;
No mother wails her child
‘Neath the banana-tree:
No slave-ship dashes on thy shore;
The clank of chains is heard no more.
Shout, vales of India, shout!
No funeral fires blaze high;
No idol song rings loud,
As rolls the death-car by:
The banner of the cross now waves
Where Christian heralds made their graves.
Shout, hills of Palestine!
Have you forgot the groan,
The spear, the thorn, the cross,
The wine-press trod alone,
The dying prayer that rose from thee,
Thou garden of Gethsemane?
Hail, glad, millennial day!
O, shout, ye heavens above!
To-day ye nations sing
The song, redeeming love:
Redeeming love the song shall be:
Hail, blessed year of jubilee!