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.