The Dawn Of Morning Veils Her Face

The dawn of morning veils her face
When the bright sun ascends the space;
So glad will grace resign her room
To glory in the heavenly home.

Happy the company that’s gone
From cross to crown, from thrall to throne;
How loud they sing upon the shore,
To which they sailed in heart before!

Blessed are the dead, ye, faith the word,
That die in Christ the living Lord,
And on the other side of death
Thus joyful spend their praising breath:

“Death from all death has set us free,
And will our gain for ever be;
Death loosed the massy chains of woe,
To let the mournful captive go.

“Death is to us a sweet repose,
The bud was oped to show the rose;
The cage was broke to let us fly,
And build our happy nest on high.

“Lo, here we do triumphant reign,
And joyful sing in lofty strain:
Lo here we rest, and love to be,
Enjoying more that faith could see.

“The thousandth part we now behold,
By mortal tongues was never told;
We got a taste, but now above
We forage in the fields of love.

“Faith once beheld a distant joy,
Now love drinks deep without alloy;
Beyond the fears of more mishap,
We gladly rest in glory’s lap.

“Earth was to us a seat of war,
In thrones of triumph now we are;
We longed to see our Jesus dear,
And sought him there, but find him here.

“We walk in white without annoy,
In glorious galleries of joy:
And crowned through everlasting days,
We rival cherubs in their praise.

“No longer we complain of wants,
We see the glorious King of saints,
Amidst his joyful hosts around,
With all his heavenly glory crowned.

“We see him at his table head
With living water, living bread
His cheerful guests incessant load
With all the plenitude of God.

“we see the holy flaming fires,
Cherubic and seraphic quires;
And gladly join with those on high,
To warble praise eternally.

“Glory to God that here we came,
And glory to the glorious Lamb;
Our light, our life, our joy, our all,
We now embrace secure from fall.

“Our Lord is ours, and we are his;
Yea, now we see him as he is:
And hence we like unto him are,
And full his glorious image share.

“No darkness now, no dismal night,
No vapor intercepts the light;
We see for ever face to face,
The highest Prince in highest place.

“This, this does heaven enough afford,
We are for ever with the Lord:
We want no more, for all is given;
His presence is the bliss of heaven.”

While thus i laid my listening ear
Close to the door of heaven to hear;
And then the sacred page did view,
Which told me all I heard was true;

Yet showed me that the heavenly song
Surpasses every mortal tongue,
With such unutterable strains
As none in fettering flesh attains:

Then said I, “O to mount away,
And leave this clog of heavy clay!
Let wings of time more hasty fly,
That I may join the songs on high.”

The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors,