1 O happy morn! the Lord will come
And take His waiting people home
Beyond the reach of care;
Where guilt and sn are all unknown:
The Lord willcome and claim His own,
And place them with Him on His throne,
The glory bright to share.
2 The resurrection-morn will break,
And every sleeping saint awake,
Brought forth in light again;
O morn, too bright for mortal eyes!
When all the ransomed Church shall rise
And wing their way to yonder skies--
Called up with Christ to reign.
3 O Lord, our pilgrim-spirits long
To sing the everlasting song
Of glory, honor, power;
Till then, when Thou all pow'r shalt wield,
Blest Saviour, Thou wilt be our shield,
For Thou hast to our souls revealed
Thyself our strength and tower.
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| First Line: | O happy morn! the Lord will come |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1881 |