Long upon the mountains weary,
Have the scattered flock been torn;
Dark the desert paths, and dreary,
Grievous trials have they borne.
Now the gathering call is sounding,
Solemn in its warning voice;
Union, faith and love, abounding,
Bid the little flock rejoice. HHHH 53.1
Now the light of truth they’re seeking,
In its onward track pursue;
All the ten commandments keeping,
They are holy, just and true.
On the words of life they’re feeding,
Precious to their taste so sweet;
All their Master’s precepts heeding,
Bowing humbly at his feet. HHHH 53.2
In that world of light and beauty,
In that golden City, fair,
Soon its pearly gates they’ll enter,
And of all its glories share.
There divine the soul’s expansions;
Free from sin, and death, and pain;
Tears will never dim those mansions
Where the saints immortal reign. HHHH 53.3
Soon, He comes! With clouds descending!
All his saints, entombed, arise;
The redeemed, in anthems blending,
Shouts of victory through the skies.
O! we long for thine appearing,
Come, O, Saviour! Quickly come!
Blessed hope! Our spirits cheering,
Take thy ransomed children home. HHHH 54.1