O'er the Distant Mountains Breaking |
John S.B. Monsell, 1863
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 | 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, |