H. Burton (282/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

H. Burton 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 can 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 lights of hidden fire, And the hearts of men are stirring With the throb 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 spirits 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 heart-beats 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 Emmanuel; Zion, go ye forth to meet Him, And my soul, be swift to bring All thy sweetest and thy dearest For the triumph of our King.