Open Hymnal


CHRISTIAN, the night of weeping
Will soon be overpast,
And we in Jesus’ blest embrace
Will find ourselves at last.

And now, with comforts many,
We wend our way along,
Learning to lighten present griefs
With notes of Zion’s song.

Christian, the morning cometh!
Oh, do we watch its break,
Letting each streak of light come in,
Our souls from sleep to wake!

Christian, the morning cometh!
And thou, a child of day,
Shall see it shine without a cloud,
And never pass away.

A. M. Hull.

Horatius Bonar and Charlotte Murray, Songs of the Dawn, (London; New York: James E. Hawkins; E. P. Dutton & Co., 1887), 6.

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