The Morning Draweth Nigh

Oh

ral­ly round the stand­ard

Of Christ

our roy­al king;

Oh

ral­ly round His stand­ard

And hal­le­lu­jahs sing.

For the morn­ing draw­eth nigh

For the morn­ing draw­eth nigh;

We can see it in the dist­ance

We shall hear it

we shall hear it by and by.

Though long and deep the sha­dows

The drea­ry night may bring

Our lamps are trimmed and burn­ing

Our hal­le­lu­jahs ring.

To yon­der gold­en re­gion

Our faith now plumes her wing;

Our hearts with joy are bound­ing

And abun­dant­ly ring.

To Him who paid our ran­som

And took from death the sting

Be ev­er­last­ing prais­es

Let abun­dant­ly ring.