John S.B. Monsell, 1863
O'er the distant mountains breaking|
Comes the redd'ning dawn of day,
Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking;
Rise and sing and watch and pray.
'Tis thy Savior, 'tis thy Savior,
On His bright returning way.
2. O Thou Long-expected, weary
3. 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 Savior, o my Savior,
In Thy bright, Thy promised land.
4. With my lamp well trimmed and burning,
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