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.