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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] to pass:
Murmuring like the distant thunder,
Crying, "Oh alas, alas."
Swell the sound, you kings and nobles,
Priest and people, rich and poor;
Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.

Blow the [bad word] on Mount Zion,
For the kings are all brought down,
Who [bad word] with rods of iron.
And wore our fortunes on their crowns.
Babel's garments we've rejected,
And they'll find us nevermore,
Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.

Like the river carves the valley,
And the oak tree dulls the axe.
Like the moss tears down the palace,
While the fallen turn to grass.
Like the storm whose distant warning,
Is but a ripple on the shore.
Babylon is fallen, is fallen, is fallen,
Babylon is fallen to rise no more.