Resurrection Morn

Many sleep, but not forever; There will be a glorious dawn; We shall meet to part, no, never, On the resurrection morn. From the deepest caves of ocean, From the desert and the plain, From the valley and the mountain, Countless throngs shall rise again.

Many sleep, but not forever; There will be a glorious dawn; We shall meet to part, no, never, On the resurrection morn.

When we see a precious blossom, That we tended with such care, Rudely taken from our bosom, How our aching hearts despair! Round its little grave we linger Till the setting sun is low, Feeling all our hopes have perished With the flow' r we cherished so.

Yes, they sleep, but not forever, In the lone and silent grave; Blessed promise! they shall waken; Jesus died the lost to save. In the dawning of the morning, When this troubled night is o' er, All these dead to life returning, We' ll rejoice to see once more. Hymn 170 - Glory, My Home 1 ' Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, How sweet to my soul is communion with saints, To know at the banquet of blessing there' s room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home!

Home! home! sweet, sweet home! Prepare me, dear Saviour for glory, my home.

Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace; And thrice precious Jesus, whose love cannot cease; Though having thy presence wherever I roam, I long to behold thee in glory, at home!

While here in the valley of conflict I stay, O! give me submission and strength as my day, In all my afflictions to thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home!