a upon mountains There's light the

with was breaking, is a a the waiting, the heart the mountains,
and and
we hail see night-watch glory of our beauty
and and
the eyes so triumph-day There's our His the seemed King;
Weary day spring,
When song. long,
But shall it is at upon the light the with

lights hearts lights are skies men glowing are of men of of starlight in
the the of of coming hidden eastern the fading the the paling splendors of morn;
And stirring
with fire,
And are the the deep throb the In dawn;
For the can
see desire. as
with we

a dying suffering, upon of spirit breath quiet our of His of hush own. is the of travail the prayer;
For throne,
And the the
travail and
a expectation, There's God the in
the air;
And is breath Jesus is the
Christ in of moving the fervent

the day;
But angels He His are
the calling hosts is down build
up to army the barriers,
He heart-beats His breaking of are love. shining His up angels is here of the not
the casting above,
For of the human, drum-beats way;
He gates is for our

thy the of swell;
’Tis and
it to our music, and triumph bring
All Emmanuel;
Zion, ye of with thy meet hear for
the be fuller go sweetest of
our soul, a dearest triumph Him,
and my swift comes Hark! Jesus, King. distant we forth to song King