Lovely Morning

1The last lovely morning all blooming and fair, At last over fleeting, and soon will appear;

2O! let us be ready to hail the glad day.

3While the mighty, mighty, mighty trump sounds "Come, come away!"

4And when that bright morning In splendor shall dawn,

5Our tears will be ended, Our sorrows all gone; While the mighty, &c.

6The Bridegroom from glory To earth shall descend;

7Ten thousand bright angels Around him attend. While the mighty, &c.

8The graves will be open'd, The dead will arise,

9And, with the Redeemer Mount up to the skies. While the mighty, &c.

10The saints then immortal, In glory shall reign!

11The Bride with the Bridegroom Forever remain. While the mighty, &c.