In The Glow Of Early Morning

In the glow of early morning,

In the solemn hush of night;

Down from Heaven's open portals,

Steals a messenger of light,

Whispering sweetly to my spirit,

While the hosts of Heaven sing:

This the wondrous thrilling story:

Christ is coming-Christ my King.

This the wondrous thrilling story-

Christ is coming-Christ my King.

Oft methinks I hear His footsteps,

Stealing down the paths of time;

And the future dark with shadows,

Brightens with this hope sublime.

Sound the soul inspiring anthem;

Angel hosts, your harps attune;

Earth's long night is almost over,

Christ is coming-coming soon.

Earth's long night is almost over,

Christ is coming-coming soon.

Long we've waited, blest Redeemer,

Waited for the first bright ray

Of the morn when sin and sorrow

At Thy presence flee away;

But our vigil's nearly over;

Hope of Heav'n, oh, priceless boon!

In the east the glow appearing,

Christ is coming-coming soon.

In the east the glow appearing,

Christ is coming-coming soon.