Oh, The Weary Night Is Waning

Oh, the weary night is waning,

And the clouds are rolling by;

See, the long expected morning

Now is dawning in the sky;

When from Zion's lofty mountain

We shall hear the watchmen cry,

And rejoicing we shall gather

When the King shall come.

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O Zion! O Zion!

Great will be Thy triumph

When the King shall come;

O Zion! O Zion!

Thou shalt be exalted

When the King shall come.

When the ransomed of Jehovah,

From the East and from the West,

Shall return with joy and gladness,

To receive the promised rest-

Then shall every tribe and nation

Out of every land be blessed,

And rejoicing they shall gather

When the King shall come.

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May He find us, when He cometh,

Faithful watchers, day and night,

At our royal post of duty,

With our armor shining bright;

May our lamps be trimmed and burning

With a clear and steady light,

That rejoicing we may gather

When the King shall come.

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