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 your bands.

2. Has your night been long and mournful,
All your friends unfaithful proved?
Have your foes been proud and scornful,
By your sighs and tears unmoved?
Cease your mourning,
Zion still is well beloved.

3. God, your God, will now restore you;
He himself appears your friend:
All your foes shall flee before you;
Here their boasts and triumphs end;
Great deliv'rance
Zion's King vouchsafes to send.

4. Enemies no more shall trouble;
All your wrongs shall be redressed;
For you shame you shall have double,
In your Maker's favor blest;
All your conflicts
End in everlasting rest.