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Until the morning breaketh,
Until the shadows flee,
Until the earth awaketh
Her absent King to see—
I'll get me to my mountain,
To commune with my Lord;
I'll drink the living fountain,
And feed upon His Word.
I'll 'bide 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 HEAVENLY Grace and Power
Of Christ, Emanuel.
I'll bear to men the story
Of pard'ning Love and Grace,
And far proclaim the glory
Which shines in Jesu's face.
And thus-until the singing
Of Heav'nly hosts 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 alway 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!
Anonymous.