O Think of the Morn

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 15, 1865

O Think of the Morn.

O THINK of the morn of the Saviour's appearing, When man from his slumbers with awe shall behold The clouds of the East to the mountain tops nearing All radiant with colors of purple and gold.

While far in the distance the white cloud of glory Is speeding its way down the star-spangled dome, And trumpets like thunder re-echo the story, Ye heirs of salvation ascend to your home.

And yet still afar is his throne of dominion, Transcending in splendor the sun's brightest rays, While swiftly descending on angelic pinion, 'Mid trumpet and voices of seraphic praise.

O think of the morn of the great consummation, 'Mid scenes so appalling, and yet so sublime, When saints oft forgotten by every nation, Translated to glory, with Jesus will shine.

And while all above and beneath is commotion, Where wave blends with wave until mountains arise, Behold from the depths of old coral-bed ocean, The saints of all ages ascend to the skies.

And lo! from the moss covered tombs of the valley, Where once by the hand of the Tyrant was slain, The martyrs by millions, from death shall they rally, Triumphantly rise, with their Saviour to reign.

O think of the morn of the great restitution, When earth with the flowers of Eden shall bloom, When sin, death, and sorrow, with every pollution, Shall vanish away, or be left in the tomb.

—C. PATTERSON, in Ad. Herald.