The Finest of the Wheat ‎#56

56. Bright morning land

1 The bright eternal day is breaking,
My soul is thrill’d with glad surprise;
This life is but the mist of morning
That dims the hills of Paradise.

Refrain:
O morning land, bright morning land,
O woods and vales and hills of glory,
O Paradise of sacred story!
I soon shall reach thy shining strand,
O morning land, bright morning land!

2 My tired eyes grew dim with watching,
For him of whom it is foretold
That he should come in all his glory,
And I should then my King behold. [Refrain]

3 My falt’ring steps had surely failed me,
But for my Savior’s guiding hand;
At last my weary feet are standing
Where I can see the promised land. [Refrain]

4 And almost ev’ry day some loved one,
Touch’d by an unseen angel hand,
Leaves all and thro’ the mist and shadow,
Goes over to the morning land. [Refrain]

Text Information

• First Line: The bright eternal day is breaking
• Title: Bright morning land
• Author: J. M. W.
• Refrain First Line: O morning land
• Publication Date: 1890

Tune Information

• Name: [The bright eternal day is breaking]
• Composer: J. M. Whyte