Oh, the wea­ry night is wan­ing,
And the clouds are roll­ing by;
See, the long ex­pect­ed morn­ing
Now is dawn­ing in the sky;
When from Zi­on’s lof­ty mount­ain
We shall hear the watch­men cry,
And re­joic­ing we shall ga­ther
When the King shall come.

Refrain

O Zi­on! O Zi­on!
Great will be Thy tri­umph
When the King shall come;
O Zi­on! O Zi­on!
Thou shalt be ex­alt­ed
When the King shall come.

When the ran­somed of Je­ho­vah,
From the east and from the west,
Shall re­turn with joy and glad­ness,
To re­ceive the pro­mised rest—
Then shall ev­ery tribe and na­tion
Out of ev­ery land be blessed,
And re­joic­ing they shall ga­ther
When the King shall come.

Refrain

May He find us, when He com­eth,
Faithful watch­ers, day and night,
At our roy­al post of du­ty,
With our ar­mor shin­ing bright;
May our lamps be trimmed and burn­ing
With a clear and stea­dy light,
That re­joic­ing we may ga­ther
When the King shall come.

Refrain