A SONG OF ZION by CARROLL RYAN

We are coming, we are coming. Fling our banner to the breeze.
In thousands we are coming from beyond remotest seas.
We are coming after centuries of sorrow and of toil,
To make our home in Palestine, and tread its holy soil.

O, let the song of gladness rise; let all the nations hear
The anthem of the mighty host of Zion drawing near.
Across the mountains, through the vales, and o'er the ocean's foam,
Behold the hosts of Israel are coming, coming home!

'Twas said of old by one whose lips were touched by Heaven's fire,
That God's own house would be built up, than hills and mountains higher;
That from its portals would go forth to all the world the word,
That we may learn His ways, and walk in truth before the Lord;

That sword and spear would broken be, rewrought to arts of peace;
That all the cruelty of war and strife fore'er would cease;
That nation shall not lift up sword 'gainst nation, as of yore.
But listen to the voice of God and learn of war no more.

O, Children of the Covenant, perhaps the day is near—
E'en now, if you will listen, you may hear the accents clear
Of One wno calls the scattered broad—"Come to Me! children, Come!
My hills are vacant. Here I Am. I bid ye welcome home!"

Then answer—"We are coming! Fling our banner to the breeze!
In thousands we are coming from beyond remotest seas.
We are coming after centuries of sorrow and of toil,
To make our home in Palestine and tread its holy soil."

O, let the songs of gladness rise, let all the nations hear
The anthem of the mighty host of Israel drawing near.
Across the mountains, through the vales, and o'er the ocean's foam.
Behold the hosts of Israel are coming, coming home!

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