Verse 1 ~ Long upon the mountains weary,      Have the scattered flocks been torn; Dark the dessert paths, and dreary;      Grievous trials have they borne. Now the gathering call is sounding,      Solemn in its warning voice; Union, faith, and love, abounding,      Bid the little flock rejoice. Verse 2 ~ Now the light of truth they're seeking,      In its onward track pursue; All the ten commandments keeping,      They are holy, just, and true. On the words of lire they're feeding,      Precious to their taste so sweet; All their Master's percepts heeding,      Bowing humbly to His feet. Verse 3 ~ In that light of light and beauty,      In that golden city fair, Soon its pearly gates they'll enter,      And of all its glories share. There, divine the soul's expansions;      Free from sin, and death, and pain; Tear will never dim those mansions      Where the saints immortal reign. Verse 4 ~ Soon He comes! With clouds descending;      All His saints, entombed arise; The redeemed, in anthems blending,      Shout their vict'ry thro' the skies. O, we long for Thine appearing;      Come, O Saviour, quickly come! Blessed hope! Our spirits cheering,      Take thy ransomed children home.