On the Wings of the Morn

On the wings of the morn

speed

O speed ye away;

There are mill­ions who per­ish be­cause of de­lay;

Sound the trump of sal­va­tion

ye her­alds of light;

Let the beams of His beau­ty dis­pel all the night.

Speed thee on

speed thee on

Speed thee on to­day;

Speed thee on

speed thee on

Speed thee on to­day.

On the wings of the morn

speed away

then

O speed;

Lo! the hun­gry are cry­ing

go help ye their need;

When you know that a Sav­ior each want can sup­ply

Will ye still ling­er on

will ye leave them to die?

On the wings of the morn

speed ye on­ward His love;

Tho’ the tempt­er de­fi­eth

Christ reign­eth ab­ove;

Tell the wea­ry He giv­eth a rest from their cares

And pro­claim to the fet­tered that free­dom is theirs.