The midnight hour has passed,
The morn is near;
Before the dawn has come
He may be here.
And as we journey on,
We watch and wait
To hear the lifting latch
That opes the gate.
Bright rays of morning star
Light up the skies;
We soon shall hear the shout
That bids us rise.
To Him we turn our gaze,
While here we roam;
Come, Jesus, quickly come,
And take us Home.
ML 10/03/1943