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1. On the mountain's top appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands!
Welcome news to Zion bearing,
Zion long in hostile lands.
God himself shall loose thy bands.
2. Lo! thy sun is risen in glory!
God himself appears thy fiend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee;
Here their boasted triumphs end:
Zion's King vouchsafes to send.
3. Enemies no more shall trouble;
All thy wrongs shall be redressed;
For thy shame thou shalt have double,
In thy Maker's favor blest;
All thy conflicts
End in an eternal rest.