The Great Deliverance

On the mountain' s top appearing, Lo! the gospel herald stands, Welcome news to Zion bearing- Zion, long in hostile lands: Mourning captive! Mourning captive! God himself shall loose thy bands.

Hath 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; Cease thy mourning; Zion still is well beloved.

God, thy God, will soon exalt thee; He himself appears thy Friend; All thy foes shall fail to halt thee; Here their boasts and triumphs end. Great deliv' rance, Great deliv' rance, Zion' s King begins to send.

Peace and joy shall soon attend thee; All thy warfare will be past; God, thy Saviour, doth defend thee; Victory is thine at last. All thy conflicts, All thy conflicts End in everlasting rest.