The Bright Morning Star

Ye who love the Lord of glory,

Men of heavenly race;

Ye who know the deathless story

Of His everlasting grace;

Ye, who worldly glories scorning,

All for Him forsake,

Soon the Star of cloudless morning

Bright upon your eyes shall break.

Ye who tread this waste in sorrow,

Weary of the way,

Watching till the signs of morrow

Pierce the welkin cold and grey,

Where eternal Love is beaming

In that region fair

Is the Star of Morning gleaming,

Brilliant beyond compare.

Where the glory shines supernal

Has our home been made;

Never foot of foe infernal

Dare those precincts pure invade.

He is there who bore our sorrow,

For our sins was slain;

Here we watch until the morrow,

Wait until He comes again.

Let our love then not be waning,

Faith must never fail,

By the grace of God sustaining

Certainly we shall prevail.

Let us bear reproach, rejection,

Let us faithful stand,

Spite of cowardly defection

Manifest on every hand.

What have we on earth without Him?

What in heaven high?

How could we distrust or doubt Him,

Knowing that He cannot lie?

Never has He promise broken,

Wherefore should we fear?

He will come as He has spoken,

And the day is drawing near.

All impatient is our longing

Our Belov’d to see,

Where His ransomed thousands thronging

At His footstool bend the knee.

Let us then in faith invite Him,

Let no spirit dumb

Cause us to so ill requite Him,

As not once to hid Him come.

Oh, we love Him! We adore Him!

This He knoweth well;

Let us come and kneel before Him,

At His feet His praises tell!

Let us tell Him how we sorrow

While He stays away,

How we long to greet the morrow,

And the glorious Star of Day.

Star of the Morning.

Herald of the day,

For the hour of Thy returning

Wait we here and watch and pray.

STAR OF THE MORNING,

HERALD OF THE DAY,

FOR THE HOUR OF THY RETURNING

WAIT WE HERE AND WATCH AND PRAY.