In the Morning (Hunter)

Sweetly I am think­ing of a morn­ing bright

When the gloomy sha­dows flee be­fore the light

When the Sav­ior’s glo­ry fills the earth and skies

Then shall won­drous beau­ty greet our wak­ing eyes.

In the morn­ing

in the morn­ing

When He bids His saints arise;

O the glo­ry

O the beau­ty

That shall greet our wak­ing eyes.

Resurrection morn­ing

glo­ri­ous and grand

Happy they who shall be placed at His right hand;

Great will be the glad­ness

deep the sweet sur­prise;

Then shall won­drous beau­ty greet our wak­ing eyes.

Brother

are you rea­dy for that bless­èd day?

Have you made the ris­en Lord your guide and stay?

Welcome then

bright morn­ing

when He bids us rise;

Then shall won­drous beau­ty greet our wak­ing eyes.