Raise a banner, raise it up high To every people under the sky Prepare the way for them to come in Build a highway, fling wide the gates Remove the stones that stand in the way Humble your heart and turn from every sin
All you watchmen lift up your cry Through the day and into the night The Lord on whom you call Will surely come
We are His Bride, we are his people A crown in the hand of the Lord His true delight We are the Light, a city on a hill So hold out this word of Hope And let your light shine
For Zionâs sake I will not rest I will restore Jerusalem Until she shines like the morning sun And then all kings will see her glory (Like) A blazing torch, pure and holy Her new name âThe praise of all the earthâ
No more ignored, no longer despised He wonât forsake His precious bride The Lord has given his word And He does not lie