Light, the Precious Light is Beaming 1. Golden jets of light are breaking 'cross the lofty mountain way. Satan's kingdom is now shaking as the darkness turns to day. Light, the precious light is beaming, herald of the golden day, Soon full glory will be streaming, stealing shades of night away. 2. Dark and tense has been the waiting, long has evil held full sway; Satan's darkness is abating, for the light now beams the way. 3. Mighty angel comes ascending, from the rising of the sun, Pow'r and glory is descending, for the sealing has begun. Text: John Brinsmead