H-528In The Morning Of Joy

When the trumpet shall sound,

And the dead shall arise,

And the splendors immortal

Shall envelope the skies,

When the angel of death

Shall no longer destroy,

And the dead shall awaken

In the morning of joy.

When the King shall appear,

In His beauty on high,

And shall summon His children

To the courts of the sky,

Shall the cause of the Lord

Have been all your employ,

That your soul may be spotless

In the morning of joy?

O the bliss of that morn

When the saved ones we meet,

With the songs of the ransomed

We each other shall greet,

Singing praise to the Lamb,

Thru eternity's years,

With the past all forgotten

With its sorrows and tears.

In the morning of joy,

In the morning of joy,

We'll be gathered to glory

In the morning of joy.