Wartburg Hymnal ‎#358

358. O'er the distant mountains breaking

1 O’er the distant mountains breaking
Comes the reddening 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,
Thou hast promised, quickly come.

Text Information

• First Line: O'er the distant mountains breaking
• Author: J. S. B. Monsell
• Publication Date: 1918
• Topic: Life Eternal
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Tune: HER VIL TIES

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