On the Mountain’s Top Appearing

On the moun­tain’s top ap­pear­ing

Lo! the sac­red her­ald stands

Welcome news to Zi­on bear­ing

Zion

long in hos­tile lands:

Mourning cap­tive

God Him­self shall loose thy bands.

Mourning cap­tive

God Him­self shall loose thy bands.

Has Thy night been long and mourn­ful?

Have thy friends un­faith­ful proved?

Have thy foes been proud and scorn­ful

By thy sighs and tears un­moved?

Cease thy mourn­ing

Zi­on still is well be­loved.

Cease thy mourn­ing

Zi­on still is well be­loved.

God

thy God

will now re­store thee;

He Himself ap­pears thy friend;

All thy foes shall flee be­fore thee;

Here their boasts and triu­mphs end:

Great de­liv­er­ance Zi­on’s king will sure­ly send.

Great de­liv­er­ance Zi­on’s king will sure­ly send.

Peace and joy shall now at­tend thee;

All thy war­fare now is past;

God thy Sav­ior will de­fend thee;

Victory is thine at last:

All thy con­flicts end in ev­er­last­ing rest.

All thy con­flicts end in ev­er­last­ing rest.