The Morning of the Resurrection

THe Morning comes when Night is gone,
The Night is now far spent;
The Resurrection day comes on,
When Jesus shall be sent

To call the Dead out of their Graves,
That is the Morning sure
Which will not have another Night,
That Day will last for ever.

Thy Sun will rise, and ne're go down'
And then thou shalt awake
Out of thy Bed, and have a Crown
That will thee happy make.

Thou wast of no esteem on Earth,
But a poor Underlin;
But shalt at last dominion have
When that day doth begin.

It will a Morning be in which
No Clouds shall more appear;
Thy Sun shall rise, and shine he shall
Beyond all shinings here.

O wait, ye Saints, then for the Morn!
Look up, it is ev'n day!
Break forth and sing all Saints of God,
Who dwell in House of Clay:

Your day doth hasten on apace,
Look up, lift up your Eyes,
The Morning comes when you shall rule
O're all your Enemies.