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 the 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, 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.