The Last Lovely Morning

1THE last lovely morning,
All blooming and fair,
Is fast onward fleeting,
And soon will appear,
While the mighty, mighty, mighty, trump
Sounds "Come, come away!"
O! let us be ready
To hail the glad day.

RefrainWhile the mighty, mighty, mighty, trump
Sounds "Come, come away!"
O! let us be ready
To hail the glad day.

2And when that bright morning
In splendor shall dawn,
Our tears will be ended,
Our sorrows all gone.
While the mighty, &c.

3The Bridegroom from glory
To earth shall descend;
Ten thousand bright angels
Around him attend.
While the mighty, &c.

4The graves will be open'd,
The dead will arise,
And with the Redeemer
Mount up to the skies.
While the mighty, &c.

5The saints then immortal,
In glory shall reign;
The Bride with the Bridegroom
For ever remain.
While the mighty, &c.