The last lovely morning,

All blooming and fair,

Is fast onward fleeting,

And soon will appear.

CHORUS.

While the mighty, mighty, mighty trump

Sounds, Come, come away,

O, let us be ready to hail the glad day.

2 And when that bright morning

In splendor shall dawn,

Our tears shall be ended,

Our sorrows all gone.

3 The Bridegroom from glory

To earth shall descend,

Ten thousand bright angels

Around him attend.

4 The grave shall be opened,

The dead shall arise,

And with the Redeemer

Mount up to the skies.

5 The saints then immortal

In glory shall reign,

The Bride with the Bridegroom

For ever remain.