216.  The Great Deliverance

1
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.

2
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.

3
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.

4
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.