1. The night is wearing fast away, A streak of light is dawning, Sweet harbinger of that bright day, The fair Millennial morning. Gloomy and dark the night has been, And long the way, and dreary; And sad the weeping saints are seen, And faint, and worn and weary.2. Ye mourning pilgrims, cease your tears, f The light of that bright morn appears,— The long sabbatic morrow. Lift up your heads—behold from far A flood of splendor streaming! It is the bright and Morning-Star, In living lustre beaming!3. And see that star-like host around Of angel bands, attending; Hark! hark! the trumpet’s glad’ning sound, ‘Mid shouts triumphant blending. He comes, the Bridegroom promised long- Go forth with joy to meet him; And raise the new and nuptial song, In cheerful strains to greet him.4. Adorn thyself, the feast prepare, While bridal strains are swelling; He comes, with thee all joys to share, And make this earth his dwelling. Lift up your heads-behold from far A flood of splendor streaming! It is the bright and Morning-Star, In living lustre beaming!