In the East is morning breaking,
Faintly glimmering from afar;
Gladdening eyes that wait the rising
Of the Bright and Morning Star;
Blessèd Je­sus, blessèd Je­sus,
Wilt Thou soon to us appear?

Oh! we praise Thee for Thy coming
Once in lowliness and pain
To redeem from sin’s pollution,
Freeing us from Satan’s chain;
But how gladly! But how gladly!
We will see Thee come again.

By Thy Ho­ly Spi­rit’s teaching,
Calvary’s healing streams we know;
Blood to pardon—purifying
Sin-stained hearts made white as snow;
But Thy fullness! But Thy fullness,
Thou wilt in Thy glo­ry show.

Thou art coming, blessèd Mas­ter;
Days and moments speed apace,
Soon will cease earth’s day of service,
Soon we’ll see Thee face to face;
Are we rea­dy, are we rea­dy
For that day of crowning grace?

Vainly human thought can picture
What that day to us will be;
Who have welcomed full sal­va­tion,
Let Thee cleanse and sanctify;
Then Thy beauty, then Thy beauty
Will each longing satisfy.