O’er the Distant Mountains Breaking

O’er the dist­ant mount­ains break­ing

Comes the red­den­ing dawn of day;

Rise

my soul

from sleep awak­ing

Rise

and sing

and watch

and pray;

’Tis the Sav­ior

bless­èd Lord

On His bright re­turn­ing way.

O Thou long ex­pect­ed! Wea­ry

Waits my anx­ious soul for Thee;

Life is dark

and earth is drea­ry

When Thy light I do not see;

O my Sav­ior

bless­èd Lord

When wilt Thou re­turn to me?

Long

too long

in sin and sad­ness

Far away from Thee I pine;

When

O when

shall I the glad­ness

Of Thy Spir­it feel in mine?

O

my Sav­ior

bless­èd Lord

When shall I be whol­ly Thine?

Nearer is my soul’s sal­va­tion

Spent the night

the day at hand;

Keep me in my low­ly sta­tion

Watching for Thee

till I stand

O my Sav­ior

bless­èd Lord

In Thy bright

Thy pro­mised land.

With my lamp well trimmed and burn­ing

Swift to hear and slow to roam

Watching for Thy glad re­turn­ing

To re­store me to my home.

Come

my Sav­ior

bless­èd Lord

O my Savior

quick­ly come!