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<h2>THERE’S A LIGHT UPON THE MOUNTAINS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.” Song of Solomon 2:8</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_a_barthelemon_fh.jpg" alt="François Hippolyte Barthélémon (1741-1808)" width="130" height="177.333333333333"></td>
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<p><em>Words:</em> Henry Burton, 1910.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Autumn,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_a_barthelemon_fh.html" target="_blank">François Hippolyte Barthélémon</a>, 1785 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_a_autumn.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>There’s a light upon the mountains,<br>
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And the day is at the spring,<br>
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When our eyes shall see the beauty<br>
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And the glory of the King:<br>
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Weary was our heart with waiting,<br>
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And the night watch seemed so long,<br>
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But His triumph day is breaking<br>
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And we hail it with a song.</p>
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<p>In the fading of the starlight<br>
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We may see the coming morn;<br>
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And the lights of men are paling<br>
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In the splendors of the dawn;<br>
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For the eastern skies are glowing<br>
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As with light of hidden fire,<br>
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And the hearts of men are stirring<br>
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With the throbs of deep desire.</p>
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<p>There’s a hush of expectation<br>
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And a quiet in the air<br>
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And the breath of God is moving<br>
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In the fervent breath of prayer;<br>
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For the suffering, dying Jesus<br>
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Is the Christ upon the throne,<br>
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And the travail of our spirit<br>
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Is the travail of His own.</p>
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<p>Hark! we hear a distant music<br>
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And it comes with fuller swell;<br>
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’Tis the triumph song of Jesus,<br>
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Of our King, Immanuel!<br>
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Go ye forth with joy to meet Him!<br>
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And, my soul, be swift to bring<br>
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All thy sweetest and thy dearest<br>
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For the triumph of our King!</p>
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