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There's a light upon the mountains,

.i Henry Burton (1840-1930)



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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.



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In the fading of the starlight

we can see the coming morn;

and the lights of men are laying

in the splendors of the dawn:

for the eastern skies are glowing

as with light of hidden fire

and the hearts of men are stirring

with the throbs of deep desire



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There's a hush of expectation,

and a 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.



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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

from the drum-beat of His army

are the heart-beats of our love.



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Hark! we hear a distant music,

and it comes with fuller swell;

'tis the triumph-song of Jesus,

of our King, Immanuel:

Zion, go ye forth to meet Him;

and, my soul, be swift to bring

all thy sweetness and the dearest

for the triumph of our King!

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