Gleams of the Golden Morning

The gold­en morn­ing is fast ap­proach­ing;

Jesus soon will come

To take His faith­ful and hap­py child­ren

To their pro­mised home.

O

we see the gleams of the gold­en morn­ing

Piercing through this night of gloom!

O

we see the gleams of the gold­en morn­ing

That will burst the tomb.

The Gos­pel sum­mons will soon be car­ried

To the na­tions round;

The Bride­groom then will cease to tar­ry

And the trum­pet sound.

Attended by all the shin­ing an­gels

Down the flam­ing sky

The Judge will come

and will take His peo­ple

Where they will not die.

There those loved ones who have long been part­ed

Will all meet that day;

The tears of those who are brok­en­heart­ed

Will be wiped away.