Weeping endures but for a night
Weeping endures but for a night,Joy cometh with the morning light;Joy cometh of celestial birth,Unsullied by the blight of earth.
Joy comes each faithful heart to thrill,That fears of change no more will chill;Transporting joy, that fills the soulWhile everlasting ages roll.
Then, mourning pilgrim, upward gaze;Beyond this dark and thorny mazeA joy for every tear is found,A healing balm for every wound.
No 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.
Awake, for lo, not distant far,The rising of the Morning Star;O watch to catch the new-born rayThat ushers in a cloudless day.
Hail! glorious morn, whose radiant lightShall bid the darkness take its flight;Shall chase the shades of gloom away,And night be turned to endless day.