Text Based On Psalms Chapter 119
Make me to go in the path of thy
commandments; for therein do I delight.

Long Upon The Mountains

Long upon the mountains weary,
Have Thy scattered flock been torn;
Dark the desert paths, and dreary;
Grievous trials they have borne.
Now Thy gathering call is sounding,
Solemn in its warning voice;
Union, faith, and love, abounding,
Bid Thy little flock to rejoice.

Now Thy light of truth they’re seeking,
In its onward track pursue;
All Thy ten commandments keeping,
They are holy, just and true.
On Thy words of life they’re feeding,
Precious to their taste so sweet;
All their Master’s precepts heeding,
Bowing humbly at Thy feet.

Soon He comes! with clouds descending;
All His saints, entombed arise;
The redeemed, in anthems blending,
Shout their vic’try thro' the skies.
O, we long for Thine appearing;
Come, O Savior, quickly come!
Blessèd hope! our spirits cheering,
Take Thy ransomed children home.