606. O'er the Distant Mountains Breaking

1 O’er the distant mountains breaking
Comes the redd'ning dawn of day.
Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking;
Rise and sing and watch and pray.
’Tis thy Savior, 'Tis thy Savior,
On His bright returning way.

2 O Thou Long-expected, weary
Waits my anxious soul for Thee;
Life is dark, and earth is dreary,
When Thy light I do not see.
O my Savior, O my Savior,
When wilt Thou return to me?

3 Nearer is my soul’s salvation;
Spent the night, the day at hand.
Keep me in my lowly station,
Watching for Thee till I stand,
O my Savior, O my Savior,
In Thy bright, Thy promised land.

4 With my lamp well trimmed and burning,
Swift to hear and slow to roam,
Watching for Thy glad returning
To restore me to my home.
Come, my Savior, Come, my Savior,
O my Savior, quickly come.


Text Information
First Line: O'er the distant mountains breaking
Title: O'er the Distant Mountains Breaking
Author: John S. B. Monsell (1863, ab.)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1941
Topic: The Last Things: Judgment
Tune Information
Composer: Johann G. Störl (1711)
Key: A♭ Major

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