The Resurrection Morn (Warren)

In the re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing

When the Sav­ior comes

’tis said

Robed in all His white ad­orn­ing

He will raise the si­lent dead;

With the migh­ty trum­pet sound

Wake the na­tions from the ground;

Lost of ag­es shall be found

In the re­sur­rect­ion morn.

In the re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing

We shall hear the trum­pet sound;

Christ will come in white ad­orn­ing

With ma­jes­tic glo­ry crowned.

In the re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing

Time will end for­ev­er here

And the re­cords we are mak­ing

At the judg­ment shall ap­pear.

All our mor­tal life be­low

Must de­ter­mine where we’ll go

Home above

or down to woe

In the re­sur­rect­ion morn.

In the re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing

All the dead of ag­es past

Both the right­eous and the wick­ed

Each shall hear the trum­pet blast.

They shall stand be­fore the Lord

And re­ceive their own re­ward

Judged by His eter­nal word

In the re­sur­rect­ion morn.

Then He’ll say un­to the right­eous

Come

ye bless­èd

live for aye

In the bright­est realms of glo­ry

Where there shines one last­ing day.

Turning to the lost

He’ll say

There in out­er dark­ness stay

You have tri­fled time away—

Sinner

this is your re­ward.