There’s a light upon the mountains,
                                        
                                        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 night watch seemed so long,
                                        
                                        But His triumph day is breaking
                                        
                                        And we hail it with a song.