Copyright, 1894, by CHAS. H. WOODMAN, Manager. 821 THE MORNING BREAKS. L. M. F. D. BARNES. 1. The morning breaks, the saints come forth, Earth shall no more conceal her slain; Though now entombed in sea and earth, They shall come forth with Christ to reign. 1 The morning breaks, the saints come forth, Earth shall no more conceal her slain; Though now entombed in sea and earth, They shall come forth with Christ to reign. 2 The morning breaks, the conq'ror comes, No more shall death the tyrant reign; He comes to bring his fallen ones Unto their own blood-bought domain. 3 The morning breaks, the day comes on, When pain and death no more shall be ; When Christ shall bring his people home, To spend the long eternity. 822 F. D. BARnes. 1 O happy day! that bursts the tomb, And sets the joyful prisoners free; That lifts the saints from death and gloom To life and immortality. 2 O happy day! when earth so bright, 3 O happy day! when far around, Through all this universal frame, One glorious anthem shall resound Of blessing to Jehovah's name. 4 O happy day! that knows no night; No sorrow with thy joy shall blend ; No clouds shall e'er obscure thy light; Thy scenes of glory ne'er shall end. U. SMITH. That kindred souls, on earth disjoined, Shall meet, from earthly dross refined. But for this hope, this blessed stay, When earthly comforts all decay, O who could view th' expiring eye, Nor wish, with those they love, to die? But we have brighter hopes: we know Short is this pilgrimage of woe; We know that our Redeemer lives; We trust the promises he gives. 824 3 1 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we cry, And must thy children die so soon? Christ is the same through every age. 3 'T was he this earth's foundation laid; Heaven is the building of his hand; This earth grows old, these heavens shall fade, And all be changed at his command. 4 Before thy face thy saints shall live, And on thy throne thy children reign; The fading world they shall survive, And from their graves be raised again. 1. I know that my Re-deem-er lives, He lives, and on the earth shall stand; 3 24 And though to worms my flesh he gives, My dust lies numbered in his hand. 1 I know that my Redeemer lives, He lives, and on the earth shall stand; And though to worms my flesh he gives, My dust lies numbered in his hand. 2 In this reanimated clay I surely shall behold him near; In all his majesty appear. 3 I know what then shall raise me up; 4 Mine own, and not another's eyes, 826 1 The saints may rest within the tomb 2 Celestial dawn! Triumphant hour! A. STEELE. 827 1 Almighty Maker of my frame, Teach me the measure of my days; Teach me to know how frail I am, And spend the remnant to thy praise. 2 My days are shorter than a span; A little point my life appears; How frail at best is dying man! How vain are all his hopes and fears! 3 O spare me, and my strength restore, Ere my few hasty minutes flee; And when the course of time is o'er, Then raise me up to dwell with thee. 828 1 Blessed are they henceforth that die Reclining on the Saviour's breast; They cease from every care and sigh, From all their labors they have rest. 2 No more they meet with cruel foes, No more with anxious care oppressed : They warred the conflict till life's close; Their toil is o'er, they sweetly rest. 3 The living saints have yet to meet And brave the tempter's utmost ire; The grave will be a blest retreat [dire. While earth is whelmed in troubles 4 Thy righteous will be done, O God! To meet the foe and overcome, Or lay me down beneath the sod To rest till thou shalt call me home. R. F. COTTRELL. 2 OI shall be satisfied when I can cast The shadows of nature all by; When this dreary scene from my vision has passed, And there is an unclouded sky. I feel that bright morning is now drawing near, When earth's fairest objects will fade; 'Tis then in thy likeness, O let me appear, In glory and beauty arrayed. 3 To see thee in glory, dear Lord, as thou art, My spirit is longing-and ever my heart, It sighs for the dawn of that day. Then when on thine image in me thou hast smiled, Within those blest mansions, and when The arms of my Father encircle his child, OI shall be satisfied then. 830 SWEETLY SING. Ss & 75. ff Maestoso. 1 Sweetly sing, ye winds, the brightness All around their blessed graves; Nevermore shall sadly weep, 3 They shall leave the dust, all beaming, They shall in his image shine, Shall be dimmed by light divine. 4 Sweetly sing, ye birds, their brightness, When, through all the summer day, Ye may leap with wings of lightness, When the frosts have passed away. Even now the silver lining Is around the gloom we dread, Glowing with an endless shining, Which shall robe the blessed dead. G. R. KRAMER. Copyright, 1894, by CHAS. H. WOODMAN, Manager. Words by G. R. KRAMER. FINE.. cres Shall we mur-mur at the meet be-yond the then be heard rebe no cause of cen do. fff sleep-ing Till that great re-splen-dent day? sigh-ing, In the home be-yond the gloom, pin-ing Though the seed in earth re- main? sad-ness That we parted when we died, D.C. for Chorus. Will it be a way? cause for weep-ing When our tears are wiped a Shall we grieve be-cause of ly - ing In the dark and silent tomb? that morning's splendid shin - ing, It will wave in gold- en grain. We shall be in perfect gladness, With the Psalmist sat isfied. In |