On the hilltops, on the mountains,
There are gleams of golden light,
For the promised morn is dawning,
And its star is growing bright.
Keep on watching, O ye faithful,
For the time is drawing nigh—
We shall see the King of glory
With His angels, by and by.
O the promised morn is dawning,
When the ransomed of the King
Shall return and come to Zion,
And His praise forever sing.
Hallelujah! what a moment,
When the dead in Christ shall rise,
And the trumpet of the ages
Sound in triumph from the skies!
Keep on watching, be not weary,
For the Lord will surely come;
He has said, and we believe it,
He will take His people home.