Songs

There’s a light upon the mountains

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				8.7.8.7.D.

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 light of hidden fire, 
	And the hearts of men are stirring 
	With the throbs 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!

							H. Burton