The Morning of Joy

Oh! bright will be the waking—
The resurrection dawn!
The day will soon be breaking,
And Christ, His kingdom taking
Will usher in the morn.

Oh, sweet the rays we borrow
Beforehand from the light!
A few brief hours of sorrow,
“Joy cometh on the morrow,”
Far spent is now the night.

Oh, rich and rare the treasure
Enwrapt in Jesus’ name!
Oh, who His love can measure?
Or who describe the pleasure
That faith is bold to claim?

Oh, short the time remaining
For pilgrim-service here;
Then, then no more restraining,
No more a thought of paining
The heart that holds us dear.

Oh, fair anticipation!
Oh, bliss beyond alloy!
Oh, perfected salvation.
When, Lord, Thy “revelation”
O’erfills our cup of joy.