Jesus only
when the morning
Beams upon the path I tread;
when the darkness
Gathers round my weary head.
when the billows
Cold and sullen o’er me roll;
when the trumpet
Rends the tomb and wakes the soul.
when
adoring
Saints their crowns before Him bring;
I will
joyous
Through eternal ages sing.
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