1 Behold the mount of Olives rend!
And on its top Messiah stand,
His chosen Israel to defend,
And save them with a mighty hand.

2 The mountains sink, the valleys rise
And all the land becomes a plain,
He brings deliverance to the Jews,
While all their enemies are slain.

3 But lo! what pen can paint the scene!
His wounded hands and side they see,
Where once the nails and spear had been;
This our Messiah? Can it be?

4 Whence then these wounds? ah who has pierced
Our great Deliverer's heart and hands?
These are the wounds I once received,
Amid my kindred and my friends.

5 Thus the Messiah stands revealed,
And they their blessed Deliverer own;
They're humbled when at last they find
Jesus, Messiah, both are one.

6 Like Joseph's brethren now they mourn,
And humbly own a Savior slain?
They crown him king on David's throne,
That o'er the nations he may reign.