Strike the harp of Zion, wake the tuneful lay; Bear the joyful tidings far away; Lo! The morn is breaking, morn of purest love, Praise forever, praise to God above. Over distant regions vailed in error's night, See the holy dawn of gospel light; See! The nations coming at the Saviour's call, Coming now to crown him Lord of all. O, the joyful story, life to every soul! Like a mighty ocean let it roll, Bringing home the lost ones from the path of sin, Till the world shall all be gathered in. CHORUS Glory! Glory! Hark! The angels sing, Glory! Glory! Hear the echo ring! Strike the harp of Zion, wake the tuneful lay; Bear the joyful tidings far away, far away, Bear the joyful tidings far away.