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 of the morn;
  And the lights of men are paling in
  the splendor 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.