1 Mourn on, ye strangers long oppress'd,
Bear yet your weight of woe;
Before you there's a day of rest,
'Tis coming fast I know.

Refrain:
'Tis coming, O 'tis coming,
'Tis coming fast, I know.
The day doth dawn, soon will be gone
The wrethed night of woe.

2 Weary may be your pilgrimage,
Weary your frame may grow,
Fiercely the wicked one may rage,
But yield not to the foe. [Refrain]

3 Mourn on, in heav'n your groans are heard,
And God will soon arise:
He comes, your Saviour and your Lord!
In triumph from the skies. [Refrain]