8s, 7s & 4s.
How beautiful on the mountains.
In the mountain’s top appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion is bearing—
Zion long in hostile lands:
God himself will loose thy bands.
2 Has thy night been long and mournful?
Have thy friends unfaithful proved?
Have thy foes been proud and scornful,
By thy sighs and tears unmoved?
Cease thy mourning;
Zion still is well-beloved.
3 God, thy God, will now restore thee:
He himself appears thy Friend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee;
Here their boasts and triumphs end:
Zion’s King will surely send.
4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee;
All thy warfare now be past;
God thy Saviour will defend thee;
Victory is thine at last;
All thy conflicts
End in everlasting rest.