1  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.

 2  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.

 3  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.

 4  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.

 5  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.