O’er the dist­ant mount­ains break­ing
Comes the red­den­ing dawn of day;
Rise, my soul, from sleep awak­ing,
Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray;
’Tis the Sav­ior, bless­èd Lord,
On His bright re­turn­ing way.

O Thou long ex­pect­ed! Wea­ry
Waits my anx­ious soul for Thee;
Life is dark, and earth is drea­ry,
When Thy light I do not see;
O my Sav­ior, bless­èd Lord,
When wilt Thou re­turn to me?

Long, too long, in sin and sad­ness,
Far away from Thee I pine;
When, O when, shall I the glad­ness
Of Thy Spir­it feel in mine?
O, my Sav­ior, bless­èd Lord,
When shall I be whol­ly Thine?

Nearer is my soul’s sal­va­tion,
Spent the night, the day at hand;
Keep me in my low­ly sta­tion,
Watching for Thee, till I stand,
O my Sav­ior, bless­èd Lord,
In Thy bright, Thy pro­mised land.

With my lamp well trimmed and burn­ing,
Swift to hear and slow to roam,
Watching for Thy glad re­turn­ing
To re­store me to my home.
Come, my Sav­ior, bless­èd Lord,
Thou hast pro­mised, quick­ly come!