There's a light upon the mountains

123 Mt. Holyoke. 8. 7. 8. 7. D.

1 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.

2 In the fading of the starlight
   We may see the coming morn;
   And the lights of men are paling
   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.

3 There’s a hush of expectation
   And 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.

4 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;
   For the drum beats of His army
   Are the heartbeats of our love.

5 Hark! we hear a distant music,
   And it comes with fuller swell;
   ’Tis the triumph-song of Jesus,
   Of our King, Immanuel!
   Go ye forth with joy to meet Him!
   And, my soul, be swift to bring
   All thy sweetest and thy dearest
   For the triumph of our King!
                        Henry Burton
                         The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition