Fast breaks the morn, all glo­ri­ous ap­pear­ing,
Illumes the sky with bright­en­ing gold­en light;
Faint flash­es glow, His com­ing ev­er near­ing,
Lo! on the sky the morn dis­pels the night.

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Soldiers of Christ! Sol­diers of light!
Watch for His com­ing across the gold­en height;
Soldiers of Christ! Sol­diers of light!
Watch for His com­ing across the gold­en height.

Soon shall the trum­pet’s gold­en, aw­ful sound­ing,
Wake sleep­ers all to meet the com­ing Host;
Hark! even now the hills are all re­sound­ing
With joy­ful sounds to those who love Him most.

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Then, faith­ful hearts, watch on, nor ev­er sleep­ing,
Soon shall He come to greet His wait­ing bride;
O faith­ful souls! your lov­ing watch­es keep­ing,
Lamps trimmed and burn­ing, watch what­e’er be­tide!

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