Lovely Morning

The last lovely morning all blooming and fair,Is fast onward fleeting, and soon will appear;O! let us be ready to hail the glad dayWhile the mighty, mighty, mighty trump sounds “Come, come away!”

And when that bright morningIn splendor shall dawn,Our tears will be ended,Our sorrows all gone;While the mighty, mighty, mighty trump sounds “Come, come away!”

The Bridegroom from gloryTo earth shall descend;Ten thousand bright angelsAround him attend.While the mighty, mighty, mighty trump sounds “Come, come away!”

The graves will be open'd,The dead will arise,And with the RedeemerMount up to the skies.While the mighty, mighty, mighty trump sounds “Come, come away!”

The saints then immortal,In glory shall reign!The Bride with the BridegroomForever remain.While the mighty, mighty, mighty trump sounds “Come, come away!”