BUT WHO SHALL SEE.

But who shall see the glorious day

When, throned on Zion's brow,

The LORD shall rend that veil away

Which hides the nations now?

When earth no more beneath the fear

Of this rebuke shall lie;

When pain shall cease, and every tear

Be wiped from every eye.

Then, Judah, thou no more shall mourn

Beneath the heathen's chain;

Thy days of splendor shall return,

And all be new again.

The Fount of Life shall then be quaft

In peace, by all who come;

And every wind that blows shall waft

Some long-lost exile home.