Some Sweet Morn (Marvin)

Some sweet morn a day will op­en

Nevermore to close in night;

We shall hail the ear­ly to­ken

Of its ev­er­last­ing light.

On that bright and bliss­ful mor­row

Pilgrims rest

their jour­ney o’er;

Hunger

thirst

and death

and sor­row

We shall know and fear no more.

Some sweet morn the saints now sleep­ing

In the cold and si­lent tomb

Shall awake with joy­ful greet­ing

Mantled with im­mor­tal bloom;

Then we’ll meet the friends long part­ed

Once on earth a hap­py band;

Meet and dwell with them for­ev­er

Over in the Morn­ing Land.

Some sweet morn the brid­al ci­ty—

We shall see with won­der­ing eyes

Coming down in all her beau­ty

Crowned with glo­ry from the skies;

Then we’ll hail the King eter­nal

With His saints

a migh­ty throng

And

caught up with them for­ev­er

We shall sing the glad new song.