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

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

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

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

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