Weeping Endures But for a Night

1Weeping endures but for a night,
Joy cometh with the morning light;
Joy cometh of celestial birth,
Unsullied by the blight of earth.

2Joy comes each faithful heart to thrill,
That fears of change no more will chill;
Transporting joy, that fills the soul While everlasting ages roll.

3Then, mourning pilgrim, upward gaze;
Beyond this dark and thorny maze A joy for every tear is found,
A healing balm for every wound.

4No sorrow there shall dim the eye,
No wintry winds or storms are nigh,
No sighs borne on the fragrant air;
But all shall in the glory share.

5Awake, for, lo, not distant far,
The rising of the Morning Star;
O watch to catch the newborn ray That ushers in a cloudless day.

6Hail! glorious morn, whose radiant light Shall bid the darkness take its flight;
Shall chase the shades of gloom away,
And night be turned to endless day.