Hymn 38

1LONG upon the mountains, weary,
Have the scattered flock been torn,
Dark the desert 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.

2Now the light of truth they're seeking,
In its onward track pursue;
And the blessed hope they're cherishing;
They are holy, just, and true.
On the word of life they're feeding,
Precious to their taste so sweet;
All their Master's precepts heeding,
Bowing humbly at his feet.

3In that world of light and beauty,
In that golden city fair,
Soon its pearly gates they'll enter,
And of all its glories share.
There no more by foes molested,
Free from sin, and death, and pain;
Peace will never more be broken,
Where the saints immortal reign.

4Soon He comes! with clouds descending;
All his saints, entombed, arise.
The redeemed in anthems blending
Shouts of vict'ry through the skies.
O the rapturous meeting yonder!
Come, O Saviour! quickly come!
Blessed hope! our spirits cheering,
Take thy ransomed children home.