The words
Stanza 1. Long upon the mountains, weary,Have the scattered flock been torn;Dark the desert paths, and dreary;Grievous trials have they borne.Now the gath’ring call is sounding,Solemn in its warning voice;Union, faith, and love, abounding,Bid the little flock rejoice.
Stanza 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 life they’re feeding,Precious to their taste, so sweet;All their Master’s precepts heeding,Bowing humbly at his feet.
Stanza 3. 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.
Text as printed in Christ in Song (Revised and Enlarged), 1908, no. 736. Public domain. www.praylock.com/hymnal/long-upon-the-mountains