1. The morning is dawning, behold
Away rolls the shadows of night;
The Saviour is coming in purple and gold
His countenance beaming with light.

2. The signs of His coming are here
That all of the Prophets foretold;
We’ll soon rise to meet Him way up in the sky
And walk on the streets of pure gold.

3. My Lord is the joy of my soul;
I’m longing to see His sweet face
Who loved me and bought me with His precious blood
And saved me from sin by His grace.