Arise! arise, with joy survey

Arise! arise, with joy survey
The glory of the latter day
Already is the dawn begun,
Which marks at hand a rising sun,
Which marks at hand a rising sun.

"Behold the way!" ye heralds, cry
Spare not, but lift your voices high
Convey the sound from pole to pole,
"Glad tidings" to the captive soul,
"Glad tidings" to the captive soul.

"Behold the way!" to Zion's hill:
Where Israel's God delights to dwell!
He fixes there His lofty throne,
And calls the sacred place His own,
And calls the sacred place His own.

The north gives up-the south no more
Keeps back her consecrated store
From east to west the message runs,
And either India yields her sons,
And either India yields her sons.