332.  Take Your Harps

1
Your harps, ye tearful saints,
Down from the willows take;
No more by Bab’lon’s streams sit down
And weep for Zion’s sake.

2
The spirit of our God
Hath tuned the harp divine,
And now, in grandest harmony,
Its melodies combine.

3
Take down the harp divine,
Sweep o’er its many strings;
They call to Zion, Rise and shine!
Thy God salvation brings.

4
No more an exile roam;
Accept thy liberty;
God calls his faithful people home,
Sets error’s captives free.

5
Let such go up and build
The temple of our God,
And let their souls, with courage filled,
Publish the news abroad.