1 The saints may rest within the tomb
Awhile until the morning come;
Then shall they rise to meet their God,
And ever dwell in his abode.

2 Celestial dawn! Triumphant hour!
How glorious that awakening power
Which bids the sleeping dust arise,
And join the anthems of the skies!

3 This weary life will soon be past,
The lingering morn will come at last,
And gloomy mists will roll away
Before that bright, unfading day.