447   Long Upon the Mountains




[1]
Long upon the mountains weary
Have the scattered flock been torn;
Dark the desert paths and dreary;
Grievous trials have they borne.
Now the gathering call is sounding
Solemn in its warning voice;
Union faith and love abounding
Bid the little flock rejoice.

[2]
Now the light of truth they re seeking
In its onward track pursue;
All the ten commandments keeping
They are holy just and true.
On the words of life they re feeding
Precious to their taste so sweet;
All their Master s precepts heeding
Bowing humbly at His feet.

[3]
In that light of light and beauty
In that golden city fair
Soon its pearly gates they ll enter
And of all its glories share.
There divine the soul s expansions;
Free from sin and death and pain;
Tears will never dim those mansions
Where the saints immortal reign.

[4]
Soon He comes! with clouds descending;
All His saints entombed arise;
The redeemed in anthems blending
Shout their vict ry thro the skies.
O we long for Thine appearing;
Come O Savior quickly come!
Blessed hope! our spirits cheering
Take Thy ransomed children home.