1 On the mountain top appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing,
Zion, long in hostile lands:
Mourning captive,
God Himself will loose Thy bands.
Mourning captive,
God Himself will loose Thy bands.

2 Has the 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 deliv'rance
Zion's King vouchsafes to send.