Long upon the Mountains

Long up­on the mount­ains wea­ry

Have the scat­tered flock been torn;

Dark the de­sert paths

and drea­ry;

Grievous tri­als have they borne.

Now the ga­ther­ing call is sound­ing

Solemn in its warn­ing voice;

Union

faith

and love

ab­ound­ing

Bid the lit­tle flock re­joice.

Now the light of truth they’re seek­ing

In its on­ward track pur­sue;

All the ten com­mand­ments keep­ing

They are ho­ly

just and true.

On the words of life they’re feed­ing

Precious to their taste so sweet;

All their Mas­ter’s pre­cepts heed­ing

Bowing hum­bly at His feet.

In that light of light and beau­ty

In that gold­en ci­ty fair

Soon its pear­ly gates they’ll en­ter

And of all its glo­ries share.

There

di­vine the soul’s ex­pan­sions;

Free from sin

and death

and pain;

Tears will nev­er dim those man­sions

Where the saints im­mor­tal reign.

Soon He comes! with clouds des­cend­ing;

All His saints

en­tombed arise;

The re­deemed

in an­thems blend­ing

Shout their vic­to­ry thro’ the skies.

O

we long for Thine ap­pear­ing;

Come

O Sav­ior

quick­ly come!

Blessèd hope! our spir­its cheer­ing

Take Thy ran­somed child­ren home.