THE MORNING COMETH by Lucy D. Harrington

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Mar 27, 1884

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 10, No. 13.

THE MORNING COMETH.

By Lucy D. Harrington

BRIGHTLY gleams the golden morning, Swiftly speeds the coming day; Hasten, Lord, the promised dawning— Let thy kingdom come, we pray.

Tarrying for the wondrous vision Soon to burst upon our sight; List'ning for the songs elysian Of the seraphs robed in white;

Looking for our heavenly Lover, Longing for our Bridegroom Friend; Gladly soon we shall pass over Where our joys will never end.

Hail! bright day of Zion's glory, Day of hope, and dawn of rest; Watchman, tell the wondrous story— Bear the news from east to west.

Pilgrims, lift your voices clearer, Louder yet in songs of praise, For the time is drawing nearer, Crowned with wealth of gladsome days.

We shall rest beside the river Flowing from the throne above; Deathless we shall bask forever In the sunshine of His love.

Heaven and earth in endless union Alleluia soon shall sing, Praising him in sweet communion— Christ the Lord, of kings the King. —Lucy D. Harrington, in Herald of Life.