How glo­ri­ous the morn
When the Sav­ior di­vine
Shall come in His heav’n­ly adorn­ing,
The trum­pet shall sound,
And the dead shall arise
In the great re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing;
From the east to the west,
The north and the south,
His own will be then as­cend­ing,
Away from the world,
From its pain and tears,
Their songs with re­deemed ones blend­ing.

Refrain

Unto Him who hath re­deemed us,
And washed us in His blood,
To Him be glo­ry and do­min­ion,
Both now and ev­er­more;
To Him be glo­ry and do­min­ion,
Both now and ev­er­more.

The ran­somed shall stand,
Golden crowns on their heads,
And praise Him with great ado­ra­tion,
Who came to re­deem
By His own pre­cious blood,
And brought us through great tri­bu­la­tion;
Salvation to God,
Both wis­dom and pow’r,
Thro’ Heav’n’s high­est arch­es ring­ing,
We’ll join in the song
’Round the great white throne,
With loud al­le­lu­ias ring­ing.

Refrain

The pro­phets and mar­tyrs
And ang­els of God
Shall mingle in one great obla­tion,
Our par­ents and child­ren
Will all there unite
With saints from all kind­red and na­tions;
To join in the song
We’ve cher­ished so long,
While here to His Word we’re cling­ing,
When home with our Lord
’Mid the great white throng,
The new song for aye be sing­ing.

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