Some Sweet Morn

Verse 1

Some sweet morn a day will open, Nevermore to close in night; We shall hail the early token Of its everlasting light. On that bright and blissful morrow, Pilgrims rest, their journey o’er; Hunger, thirst, and death, and sorrow, We shall know and fear no more.

Verse 2

Some sweet morn the saints now sleeping, In the cold and silent tomb, Shall awake with joyful greeting, Mantled with immortal bloom; Then we’ll meet the friends long parted, Once on earth a happy band; Meet and dwell with them forever, Over in the Morning Land.

Verse 3

Some sweet morn the bridal city— We shall see with wondering eyes, Coming down in all her beauty, Crowned with glory from the skies; Then we’ll hail the King eternal, With His saints, a mighty throng, And, caught up with them forever, We shall sing the glad new song.