229. Oh Happy Morn! the Lord Will Come

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by R.C. Chapman
1
Oh happy morn! the Lord will come
 
And take His waiting people home
 
Beyond the reach of care;
 
Where guilt and sin are all unknown:
 
The Lord will come and claim His own,
 
And place them with Him on His throne,
 
The glory bright to share.
2
The resurrection morn will break,
 
And every sleeping saint awake,
 
Brought forth in light again;
 
Oh morn, too bright for mortal eyes!
 
When all the ransomed church shall rise
 
And wing their way to yonder skies — 
 
Called up with Christ to reign.
3
O Lord! our pilgrim spirits long
 
To sing the everlasting song
 
Of glory, honor, power;
 
Till then when Thou all power shalt wield,
 
Blest Savior, Thou wilt be our shield,
 
For Thou hast to our souls revealed
 
Thyself our strength and tower.
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