In the Morning by Editor

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 1, 1864

In the Morning.

By Editor

THERE is sweet consolation in the following lines for all those who are waiting and watching for the morning. Then we shall know, not those merely from whom we have been painfully parted here, but all the good of all ages, even as we are known.—ED.

I shall know thee in the morning, When Jesus calls his own; In the resurrection morning, When our heavenly joys are won; On the right hand where they gather; Who are fitted for the prize; I shall know thee in the morning, When all the saints arise.

I shall meet thee in the morning, Where the stream of life runs fair, Where the sunlight gilds the highlands, And music fills the air; Where the flower-decked arbors lavish Their odors fresh and free, I shall meet thee in the morning Of a bright eternity.

I shall see thee in the morning Of Heaven's eternal light, Where the saints of every nation Are robed in changeless white; With Jesus and his angels, The glad hosts of the skies, I shall see thee in the morning, When all the saints arise.

I shall join thee in the morning Where partings never come, Where those we've loved in Jesus Forever are at home. We'll range the plains together, And joy in bliss untold, I shall join thee in the morning, Where the streets are paved with gold.

I shall greet thee in the morning, Where sainted ones all meet; Within those walls of jasper We'll bow at Jesus' feet. Where every singing seraph His harp of glory tries,— I shall greet thee in the morning, When all the saints arise.

I shall know thee in the morning, With the waking sainted dead, Cheered by the gladsome presence Of Christ our living Head; Arrayed in robes of brightness, Exultant for the prize; I shall know thee in the morning, When all the saints arise.