The Morning Cometh!

Lift up your heads

ye pil­grims

And view yon east­ern sky;

The night of sin is end­ing

The morn­ing draw­eth nigh;

The day fore­told by pro­phets

Will soon be ush­ered in

When Christ

the one who suf­fered

The world shall own as king.

He’s com­ing by and by

He’s com­ing by and by;

The night of sin is end­ing

The morn­ing draw­eth nigh;

He’s com­ing by and by

He’s com­ing by and by;

The night of sin is end­ing

The morn­ing draw­eth nigh.

Lift up your heads

ye pil­grims

And watch the morn­ing break;

For lo

Christ’s glo­ri­ous com­ing

The thrones of earth will shake;

See those who do not own Him

In mount­ains seek to hide

Whilst those who love and trust Him

Still in His grace con­fide.

Lift up your heads

ye pil­grims

For ’tis the Bride­groom comes

With trum­pet voice to call you

Forth to His roy­al throne;

See that your lamps are burn­ing

Your gar­ments pure and white

That He may find you watch­ing

And walk­ing in the light.

Lift up your heads

ye pil­grims

And as ye jour­ney on

Let faith and hope with cour­age

Be ev­er firm and strong;

Show by each word and act­ion

That Christ is real to you

And that His glo­ri­ous com­ing

Is ev­er clear in view.

Lift up your heads

ye pil­grims

Sing in that glad­some day;

Naught but the Sav­ior’s com­ing

The tide of sin can stay;

Creation groans whilst bur­dened

For pain and toil to cease;

Come

Prince of Life and Glo­ry

Bring uni­vers­al peace.