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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