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 Zion’s 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 “The praise of all the earth”

No more ignored, no longer despised
He won’t forsake His precious bride
The Lord has given his word
And He does not lie