220 O'er the Distant Mountains Breaking

1 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 your Savior, On his bright returning way. 2 Come, O Long-Expected, weary Waits my spirit anxiously. Life is dark and earth is dreary Where your light I cannot see. O my Savior, When will you return to me? 3 Nearer is my soul's salvation, Spent the night, the day at hand. Keep me in my humble station, Watching for you still I stand. O my Savior, In your bright, your promised land. 4 With my lamp well-trimmed and burning, Swift to hear and slow to stray, Waiting for your glad returning, Waiting for the blessed day. Come, my Savior, Come, my Savior, come!