The gold­en morn­ing is fast ap­proach­ing;
Jesus soon will come
To take His faith­ful and hap­py child­ren
To their pro­mised home.

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O, we see the gleams of the gold­en morn­ing
Piercing through this night of gloom!
O, we see the gleams of the gold­en morn­ing
That will burst the tomb.

The Gos­pel sum­mons will soon be car­ried
To the na­tions round;
The Bride­groom then will cease to tar­ry
And the trum­pet sound.

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Attended by all the shin­ing an­gels,
Down the flam­ing sky
The Judge will come, and will take His peo­ple
Where they will not die.

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There those loved ones who have long been part­ed
Will all meet that day;
The tears of those who are brok­en­heart­ed
Will be wiped away.

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