By a grim, rugged mountain, in grandeur appeared,
A man lies asleep at the closing of day,
And before him in vision the nations of earth
Strive one with another for prestige and sway.
At their feet, all unheeded, eternity's shore
Yawns, silently waiting their on-coming flight;
But the dark, pathless ocean, with fierce, warning roar,
Throws high the white breakers far into the night.
And, lo! in the east a fair angel appears,
The light of his glory bright gilding the wave,
As swift on his mission our planet he nears,
With the last Gospel message the nations to save.
To all kindreds and peoples his trumpet of gold
Proclaims the great message in warning aloud,
While above him, dispelling the darkness untold,
The hand of the Master is seen in the cloud.