The Last Lovely Morning

The last love­ly morn­ing

All bloom­ing and fair

Is fast on­ward fleet­ing

And soon will ap­pear.

While the migh­ty

migh­ty

migh­ty trump

Sounds

Come

come away;

Oh

let us be rea­dy

To hail the glad day.

And when that bright morn­ing

In splen­dor shall dawn

Our tears shall be end­ed

Our sor­rows all gone.

The Bride­groom from glo­ry

To earth shall des­cend

Ten thou­sand bright an­gels

Around Him at­tend.

The grave shall be op­ened

The dead shall arise

And with the Re­deem­er

Mount up to the skies.

The saints

then im­mor­tal

In glo­ry shall reign

The Bride with the Bride­groom

Forever re­main.