On the hilltops
on the mountains
There are gleams of golden light
For the promised morn is dawning
And its star is growing bright.
Keep on watching
O ye faithful
For the time is drawing nigh—
We shall see the King of glory
With His angels
by and by.
O the promised morn is dawning
When the ransomed of the King
Shall return and come to Zion
And His praise forever sing.
Hallelujah! what a moment
When the dead in Christ shall rise
And the trumpet of the ages
Sound in triumph from the skies!
Keep on watching
be not weary
For the Lord will surely come;
He has said
and we believe it
He will take His people home.