There's a light upon the mountain
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 nightwatch seemed so long
But His triumphday is breaking
And we hail it with a song
In the fading of the starlight
We may 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 light of hidden fire
And the hearts of men are stirring
With the throbs of deep desire
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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 drumbeats of His army
Are the heartbeats of our love
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