Until the morning breaketh, until the shadows flee,
Until the earth awaketh, her absent King to see;
I’ll get me to the mountain, to commune with my Lord,
I’ll drink the living fountain, and feed upon His word;
I’ll sit with Jesus yonder, upon His throne of light,
And on His grace I’ll ponder, with rapturous delight.
Then from my starry tower I’ll issue forth to tell
The riches of Thy power, Thou Great Emmanuel!
I’ll bear to men the story of pard’ning love and grace,
And far proclaim the glory which slimes in Jesu’s face.
And thus until the singing of seraph choirs on high
Announce my Savior bringing eternal glory nigh:
Telling of full redemption, and every foe o’erthrown,
And Satan’s condemnation, and God supreme alone;
I’ll never cease to enter within the courts above,
And from that mighty center, go forth to tell of love—
Of love that never faileth, of grace that’s always free,
Of might which now prevaileth, of Jesu’s victory!
Thus in my Savior’s presence, abiding day by day,
I’ll labor in His absence, till shadows flee away!