Christian, the Morn Breaks

Christian

the morn breaks sweet­ly o’er thee

And all the mid­night sha­dows flee;

Tinged are the dist­ant skies with glo­ry

A beacon light hung out for thee.

Arise! arise! the light breaks o’er thee;

Thy name is grav­en on the throne;

Thy home is in the world of glo­ry

Where thy Re­deem­er reigns alone.

Tossed on the dark

proud waves of ocean

Calmly com­posed

un­daunt­ed be;

’Midst the fierce tem­pest’s dread com­mo­tion

Thy God doth still re­mem­ber thee.

Christian

be­hold! the land is near­ing

And the wild sea storm’s rage is o’er;

List to the heav’n­ly hosts now cheer­ing;

See in what throngs they range the shore.

Cheer up! Cheer up! The light breaks o’er thee

Bright as the sum­mer’s noon­tide ray;

The star­ry crown in realms of glo­ry;

Invites the hap­py soul away.

Away! Away! leave all for glo­ry

Thy name is grav­en on the throne;

Thy home is in the world of glo­ry

Where thy Re­deem­er reigns alone.