First Line: On the mountain's top appearing,

On the mountain's top appearing,
Lo ! the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing-----
Zion, long in hostile lands :
Mourning captive,
God Himself will loose thy bands.

2 Has thy night been long and mournful ?
Have thy friends unfaithful proved ?
Have thy foes been proud and scornful,
By thy sighs and tears unmoved ?
Cease thy mourning,
Zion still is well beloved.

3 God, thy God, will now restore thee ;
He Himself appears thy Friend :
All thy foes shall flee before thee,
Here their boasts and triumphs end ;
Great deliverance
Zion's King shall surely send.

4 Enemies no more shall trouble,
AH thy wrongs shall be redressed ;
For thy shame thou shalt have double,
In thy Maker's favour blessed :
All thy conflicts
End in everlasting rest.