Will Eer That Sabbathmorning Rise


Will e’er that sabbath-morning rise,
When on the Sun of Righteousness,
Earth’s wakening millions lift their eyes
His healing beams to hail and bless:–

When God’s own day of rest shall be
Hallow’d, by all that live and move
On peopled land, or desert sea,
While all its hallowing influence prove:–

When men of every hue and speech
Shall hasten to the House of Prayer,
And Christ’s disciples go and teach
The Gospel to all nations there:–

When meekly every heart receives
The engrafted word, whose vigorous shoots
Yield in their season tender leaves,
Expanding flowers, and ripen’d fruits:–

Leaves of profession ever green,
And flowers of promise never sere,
Till fruits of holiness are seen,
In rich succession round the year.

As in Jerusalem above,
Life’s trees, the plants of God’s right hand,
Along the river of His love,
To nourish saints and angels, stand:–

So earth, that garden of the Lord,
Though long laid waste for man’s offence,
May yet see Paradise restored,
And a now age of innocence.

When Adam’s offspring, born to death,
From sun to sun, from pole to pole,
Shall feel again the Almighty’s breath,
And man become a living soul:–

A soul new-born, beyond the range
Of time, temptation, death, or sin,
God’s image, stampt on it, to change,
Nor quench the life of God within.

Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard,
Nor heart of man conceived the grace,
Which God, in His eternal word,
Hath surely promised, shall take place.

O Sun of Righteousness! unveil
Thy heaven of uncreated rays,
Till all that breathe shall bless and hail
The glory of the latter days.

Meanwhile, rejoicing on their beds,
Whatever morning meets their eye,
May saints, from slumber lift their heads,
To greet the day-spring from on high.

Sacred Poems and Hymns