Oh, the time is swiftly passing, and the
days are going by.
And on all expected mornings, sun will shine
to all the sky.
And from high and lofty mountains, we now
hear the watchmen cry.
And with courage we'll go forward, till our
king shall come.
Go forward, O Zion!
Great shall be thy triumph, till the king
shall come.
Go forward, O Zion!
Great shall be thy triumph, till the king
shall come.
When the ransomed of Jehovah, from east and
from the west, Shall return with joy and
gladness to receive the promised rest, Then shall
every tribe and nation out of every land
be blest, And rejoicing they shall gather, till
our king shall come.
Go forward, O Zion!
Great shall be thy triumph, till the king
shall come.
Go forward, O Zion!
Great shall be thy triumph, till the king
shall come.