In the mountain’s top appearing,

Lo! the sacred herald stands,

Welcome news to Zion is bearing—

Zion long in hostile lands:

Mourning captive,

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:

Great deliverance

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.