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.
'T is thy Saviour, 'tis thy Saviour,
On His bright returning way.

2 O Thou long-expected, weary
Waits my anxious soul for Thee;
Life is dark, and earth is dreary
Where Thy light I do not see;
O my Saviour, O my Saviour,
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 Saviour, O my Saviour,
In Thy bright, Thy promised land.

Amen.