Babylon Is Fallen

American traditional, 1850

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 trumpets loudly roar:
Babylon is fallen, Babylon is fallen,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.
All her merchants stand in wonder:
what is this that comes to pass,
murmuring like a distant thunder,
crying oh, alas! alas!
Swell the sound ye kings and nobles,
priests and people rich and poor.
Babylon is fallen, Babylon is fallen,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.
Blow the trumpets in Mount Zion:
Christ will come a 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, Babylon is fallen,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.