When the trum­pet shall sound,
And the dead shall arise,
And the splen­dors im­mor­tal
Shall en­vel­op the skies;
When the An­gel of Death
Shall no long­er de­stroy,
And the dead shall awak­en
In the morn­ing of joy:

Refrain

In the morn­ing of joy,
In the morn­ing of joy,
We’ll be ga­thered to glo­ry,
In the morn­ing of joy;
In the morn­ing of joy,
In the morn­ing of joy,
We’ll be ga­thered to glo­ry,
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?

Refrain

O the bliss of that morn,
When our loved ones we meet!
With the songs of the ran­somed
We each other shall greet,
Singing praise to the Lamb,
Thro’ eter­ni­ty’s years,
With the past all for­got­ten
With its sor­rows and tears.

Refrain