When Jordan Hushed His Its Waters Still

When Jordan hushed his waters still,
And silence slept on Zion’s hill,
When Bethlehem’s shepherds, through the night,
Watched o’er the flocks by starry light,–

Hark! from the midnight hills around,
A voice of more than mortal sound,
In distance hallelujahs stole,
Wild murmuring o’er the raptured soul.

On wheels of light, on wings of flame,
The glorious hosts of Zion came;
High heaven with songs of triumph rung,
While thus they struck their harps and sung:

O Zion, lift thy raptured eye;
The long-expected hour is nigh;
The joys of nature rise again;
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.