1 On the mountain's 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 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;
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;
Great deliverance
Zion's King will surely send.

4 Enemies no more shall trouble,
All thy wrongs shall be redressed;
For thy shame thou shalt have double:
In thy Maker's favor blessed;
All thy conflicts
End in everlasting rest;
All thy conflicts
End in everlasting rest.