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 glory
Where thy Redeemer reigns alone.

Tossed on time's rude, relentless surges,
Calmly composed and dauntless stand,
For lo! beyond those scenes emerges
The heights 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 noontide ray,
The star-gemm'd crowns and realms of glory
Invite thy happy soul away.
Away, away, leave all for glory,
Thy name is graven on the throne,
Thy home is in that world of glory
Where thy Redeemer reigns alone.