[Music]
Hail the day so long expected,
Hail the year of full release;
Zion's walls are now erected,
And her watchmen publish peace.
Throughout Shiloh's wide dominion,
Hear the trumpet loudly roar.
Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.
All her merchants stand with wonder,
What is this that comes to pass?
Murmuring like the distant thunder,
Crying "O, alas, alas!"
Swell the sound, ye kings and nobles,
Priest and people, rich and poor;
Babylon is fallen _etc._
Blow the trumpet in Mount Zion!
Christ shall come the second time;
Ruling with a rod of iron,
All who now as foes combine.
Babel's garments we've rejected,
And our fellowship is o'er.
Babylon is fallen _etc._
Negro borrowings of this chorus and the changing of its tune to a
major key are to be seen in Dett, p. 2.
No. 193
MARTIN or WAY OVER IN THE PROMISED LAND, SOC 29