Hasten, Lord, That Morn of Glory

Hasten

Lord

that morn of glo­ry

When the world shall groan no more

When the Gos­pel’s joy­ous sto­ry

Shall be spread from shore to shore.

Speed the glo­ri­ous pro­cla­ma­tion

Let Mes­si­ah’s pow­er in­crease;

Every tribe

and tongue

and na­tion

Welcome in the Prince of Peace!

Wake your ech­oes

rocks of Ke­dar!

Midian! Eph­ah! own His grace!

Fir

and pine

and box

and ce­dar

Beautify His ho­ly place!

Blessèd time

when ev­ery dwell­ing

Shall one joy­ful an­them raise;

Every heart with rap­ture swell­ing

Thrilling ev­ery tongue with praise.

When the leo­pard and the li­on

With the lamb in peace shall lie

And with­in the earth­ly Zi­on

Dwell the love that reigns on high.

Firmament

now glow­ing o’er us!

Mountains! riv­ers! isles! and sea!

All com­bine to swell the chor­us

That will ring earth’s ju­bi­lee!