In the Morning of Joy

When the trum­pet shall sound

And the dead shall arise

And the splen­dors im­mor­tal

Shall en­vel­op the skies;

When the An­gel of Death

Shall no long­er de­stroy

And the dead shall awak­en

In the morn­ing of joy:

In the morn­ing of joy

In the morn­ing of joy

We’ll be ga­thered to glo­ry

In the morn­ing of joy;

In the morn­ing of joy

In the morn­ing of joy

We’ll be ga­thered to glo­ry

In the morn­ing of joy.

When the King shall ap­pear

In His beau­ty on high

And shall sum­mon His child­ren

To the courts of the sky;

Shall the cause of the Lord

Have been all your em­ploy

That your soul may be spot­less

In the morn­ing of joy?

O the bliss of that morn

When our loved ones we meet!

With the songs of the ran­somed

We each other shall greet

Singing praise to the Lamb

Thro’ eter­ni­ty’s years

With the past all for­got­ten

With its sor­rows and tears.