As from the Orient the sun
Proclaimed his golden race begun,
And earth awoke in light and song,
Calling to toil the busy throng,
Upon his housetop, all abroad,
The exiled Hebrew plead with God,
And Sionward he breathed his prayer,
For Sion was his morning care:
— Hear the voice of supplication;
Save our sinful captive nation;
Lead us back to Sion's hill;
Lord! thou hast the power and will! —

As in the South , the solar light
Mounted to his meridian height,
And man to cooling shelter fled
Shunning the fiery beams o'erhead;
Upon his housetop, all abroad,
The exiled Hebrew plead with God;
And Sionward he made his prayer,
For Sion was his noontide care:
— Hear the voice of supplication;
Save our sinful captive nation;
Lead us back to Sion's hill;
Lord! thou hast the power and will! —

As in the West the sun withdrew
Midst zephyrs bland and healing dew,
While weary laborers homeward bent,
On evening cheer and sleep intent;
Upon the housetop, all abroad,
The exiled Hebrew plead with God;
And Sionward he made his prayer,
For Sion was his evening care:
— Hear the voice of supplication;
Save our sinful captive nation;
Lead us back to Sion's hill;
Lord! thou hast the power and will! —

If thus the exile bent his knee,
Fearless of spite and tyranny,
Shall Masons shrink to give their praise,
Through peaceful nights and happy days?
No, no, in Lodge, at home, abroad,
Let Masons boldly plead with God,
And Sionward address their prayer,
Heaven is their Sion, God is there:
— Hear the voice of supplication;
Save our proud and sinful nation;
Lead us all to Sion's hill;
Lord! thou hast the power and will! —