Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee

Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee,And all the midnight shadows flee;Tinged are the distant skies with glory,A beacon-light hangs out for thee.Arise, arise, the light breaks o'er thee,Thy name is graven on the throne;Thy home is in that world of gloryWhere thy Redeemer reigns alone.

Tossed on time's rude, relentless surges,Calmly composed and dauntless, stand;For lo, beyond those scenes emergesThe hights that bound the promised land.Christian, behold, the land is nearing,Where the wild sea-storm's rage is o'er;Hark, how the heavenly hosts are cheering!See in what throngs they range the shore.

Cheer up, cheer up, the day breaks o'er thee,Bright as the summer's noon-tide ray;The star-gemmed crowns and realms of gloryInvite thy happy soul away.Away, away, leave all for glory,Thy name is graven on the throne,Thy home is in that world of beautyWhere thy Redeemer reigns alone.