O'er the distant mountain breaking

O'er the distant mountain breaking,Comes the reddening dawn of day;Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking,Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray;'T is the SaviourOn his bright returning way.

O thou long-expected, wearyWaits my anxious soul for thee;Life is dark, and earth is drearyWhere thy light I do not see:O my Saviour,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 gladnessOf thy Spirit feel in mine?O my Saviour,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 Saviour,In thy bright and promised land.

With my lamp well-trimmed and burning,Swift to hear, and slow to roam,Watching for thy glad returningTo restore me to my home;Come, my Saviour,O my Saviour, quickly come!