There’s a light upon the mountains

There’s a light upon the mountains

and the day is at the spring

When our eyes shall see the beauty

and the glory of the King;

Weary was our heart with waiting

and

the night-watch seemed so long

But His triumph-day is breaking

and

we hail it with a song.

In the fading of the starlight we can

see the coming morn;

And the lights of men are paling in

the splendors of the dawn;

For the eastern skies are glowing as

with lights of hidden fire

And the hearts of men are stirring

with the throb of deep desire.

There’s a hush of expectation

and

a quiet in the air;

And the breath of God is moving in

the fervent breath of prayer;

For the suffering

dying Jesus is the

Christ upon the throne

And the travail of our spirit is the

travail of His own.

He is breaking down the barriers

He is casting up the way;

He is calling for His angels to build

up the gates of day;

But His angels here are human

not

the shining hosts above

For the drum-beats of His army are

the heart-beats of our love.

Hark! we hear a distant music

and

it comes with fuller swell;

’Tis the triumph song of Jesus

of

our King Emmanuel;

Zion

go ye forth to meet Him

and my soul

be swift to bring

All thy sweetest and thy dearest for

the triumph of our King.