Soon Shall We See the Glorious Morning

Soon shall we see the glo­ri­ous morn­ing!

Saints

arise! Saints

arise!

Sinners

at­tend the notes of warn­ing!

Saints

arise! Saints

arise!

The re­sur­rect­ion day draws near

The King of saints shall soon ap­pear

And high His roy­al stan­dard rear:

Saints

arise! Saints

arise!

Hear ye the trump of God re­sound­ing

Saints

arise! Saints

arise!

Through death’s dark vaults its notes re­bound­ing:

Saints

arise! Saints

arise!

To meet the Bride­groom haste! pre­pare!

Put on your brid­al gar­ments fair;

And hail your Sav­ior in the air!

Saints

arise! Saints

arise!

The saints who sleep

with joy awak­en

All arise! All arise!

Their clay cold beds are quick for­sak­en

All arise! All arise!

Not one of all the faith­ful few

Who here on earth the Sav­ior knew

But starts with bliss his Lord to view:

All arise! All arise!

Fast by the throne of God be­hold them

Crowned at last! Crowned at last!

See in His arms the Sav­ior fold them

Crowned at last! Crowned at last!

With wreaths of glo­ry round their head;

No tears of sor­row now are shed

To joy’s full fount­ain all are led:

Crowned at last! Crowned at last!