A Thousand Years

Lift up your heads, desponding pilgrims; Give to the winds your needless fears; He who hath died on Calvary' s mountain, Is come to reign a thousand years.

A thousand years! earth' s coming glory! ' Tis the glad day so long foretold; ' Tis the bright morn of Zion' s glory, Prophets foresaw in time of old.

Tell the whole world these blessed tidings; Speak of the time of rest that nears; Tell the oppressed of ev' ry nation, Jubilee lasts a thousand years.

What if the clouds do for a moment Hide the blue sky where morn appears? Soon the glad sun of promise given Rises to shine a thousand years.

Haste ye along, ages of glory; Haste the glad time when Christ appears. O! that I may be one found worthy To reign with him a thousand years.