There is a morning star, my soul!
There is a morning star;
'Twill soon be near and bright, my soul,
Though now it seem so dim and far.
And when time's stars have come and gone,
And every mist of earth has flown,
That better star shall rise
On this world's clouded skies
To shine forever!
The night is well-nigh spent, my soul!
The night is well-nigh spent;
And soon above our heads shall rise
A glorious firmament.
A sky all clear and glad and bright,
The Lamb once slain its perfect light,
A star without a cloud,
Whose light no mists enshroud,
Descending never!