The spirit of Jehovah gleams across the heaven, a light for every man;
Showing white the road that leads to Zion, shining bright in every land.
Watching in a city by the river, praising in music and in song,
Waiting for the train of Zion, Mosier with his hosts of angels comes speeding on.
Ring you bells, for the station of Zion; let the music sound out over the land.
Mosier with his hosts of the angels comes to earth to reign with man.
A High Praise
The Lord of these hills is king of the plains, too, and he rules the starry blue.
He is coming to earth with the children of men to reign the ages through.
Over the hills of silvered blue, over the fields of gold and gray.
The angels shall march in songs of high praise, through the great white way.
When the forests and the orchards are all prepared, and the flowers are in full bloom
There will be no time for the shadows of doubt, we praise in eternal noon.
The children shall sing on the mountain high; the aged shall pray in the plains.
While Jesus, with his high spirit of power, over the hosts shall reign.
The thistle and the thorns and the weeds shall bear its foods of a valiant worth.
There shall be no hunger or tears of the poor, for the Lord he feeds the whole earth.