THE MORNING COMETH

Seventh-day Adventist Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Apr 13, 1882

THE MORNING COMETH.

Morning breaks upon the mountains, Blessed morn so long foretold, Gently lifting earth's dark shadows As its radiant beams unfold. Now the night of tears is ending, Faith will soon be turned to sight; And the morn of Zion's glory Soon shall flood the earth with light.

Art thou weary with the conflict, Burdened with its heat and care? Look above! not long it lasteth; See the day-star beaming there. Has thy path been dark and lonely, Hedged with trials all along? Faint not, we are near the city, Soon we'll sing the victor's song.

Pearly gates stand widely open For the saints to enter in; They are tried, and proved, and chosen, Wholly cleansed from every sin. Soon they'll hear the welcome summons, "Come! my fair one! come away! Thou hast borne the night of weeping, Enter on the perfect day."

Glorious prospect! Oh, how cheering, As we tread life's narrow way; Since we know the morn is nearing, We can wait, 'twill soon be day. Only keep the pathway narrow, With thine eyes fixed on the prize, Though the clouds may gather round thee, Beulah land before thee lies.