Weeping endures but for a night

1Weeping endures but for a night, Joy cometh with the morning light; Joy cometh of celestial birth, Unclothed by the blight of earth.

2Joy comes each faithful heart to thrill, That fears of change no more will chill; Triumphant joy, that fills the soul, While everlasting ages roll.

3Then, mourning pilgrim, onward pace; Beyond that dark and thorny maze A joy for every tear is done, A healing balm for every wound.

4No sorrow there shall dim the eye, No wintry winds or storms are nigh, No sighs borne on the fragrant air; No anguish breathes a prayer there.

5Awake, for lo, thy distant far, The rising of the Morning Star; Oh! watch to catch his ear ray, That tells of the eternal day.

6Hail! glorious morn, whose radiant light Shall chase the shades of gloom away, And night be turned to endless day!