In the Morning (Pettus)

When from my sight the last earth-sha­dow falls

When life’s last mid­night is o’er

Just as the morn on the riv­er shall dawn

Jesus will stand on the shore.

Yes

’twill be morn­ing! The light of His face

Shines down that path­way of gloom;

Vanished thy ter­ror

thy vic­to­ry

Death

Since He was laid in the tomb!

Since He is ris­en! O rap­tur­ous word!

Risen! He go­eth be­fore!

When He shall bid me Come ov­er

I know

Jesus will stand on the shore!

How can I fear

then

that riv­er to cross?

(Hushed are its storms ev­er­more);

How can I faint when I watch for His smile

His

who will stand on the shore?

Yes

He is watch­ing; He still­eth the waves

Bearing His ran­somed ones o’er;

Ready to wel­come each pil­grim

He stands

Waiting on Heav­en’s bright shore.

And I shall see Him

who once on the earth

Robes of mor­tal­ity wore;

Onward

blest spir­it

look on­ward and see

Jesus—He stands on the shore!

I would have told you! That word of His love

Comforts my soul more and more;

Jordan rolls dark­ly

but morn­ing is near:

Jesus will stand on the shore!

Spirit of mine

when the sha­dow of death

Clouds o’er thy heav­en

once more

Fear not

Oh

fear not! The riv­er once crossed

Jesus will stand on the shore!