The Song of Morn

  

                                        THE SONG OF MORN

 

                                  The mystery that early dawn

                                  Of finding God in human form

                                  Suspended thought, and filled each breast

                                  With holy joy and thankfulness.

                                  The songs of morn were whispered cry

                                  ‘Our GOD – He hasn’t passed us by.’

 

                                  The child to manhood grew apace

                                  With loving deeds He served our race.

                                  Affliction paled before His might

                                  A trail of joy flowed from His light.

                                  The songs of morn abounded then

                                  With praise and honour to our King.

 

                                  Then dark clouds pressed around His form

                                  He tread the winepress, gaunt, alone.

                                  The universe looked on in awe

                                  The cup He must drain on His own.

                                  The songs of morn were saddened cry

                                  ‘Must this Man of sorrows die?’

 

                                  Thousands of years of hate heaped on

                                  This Man of love to weigh Him down.

                                  Christ knew the anguish of the one

                                  When mercies reign’s forever done.

                                  The songs of morn were anguished cry

                                  ‘The evil one has had his way.’

 

                                  The Saviour’s touch, the sweetest given,

                                  Was it to be forever hidden?

                                  The anguish of the parting then

                                  Touched the soul of every man.

                                  No songs of morn that sabbath day

                                  As men fell on their knees to pray.

 

                                  A pulse of joy springs into life

                                  And surges through the aching strife.

                                  The nightmare of those grief-filled hours

                                  Dissolves before His mighty power.

                                  The songs of morn from more than men

                                  Cry, ‘JESUS lives, He lives again!’

 

                                  The First-fruits of the harvest raised

                                  Ignites the hope and rends the praise

                                  From pilgrims here on earth below.

                                 They’ve One in heaven whom all can know.

                                  The songs of morn swell to the night

                                  The Lord of all has made things right.

 

                                  In Him we find our righteousness

                                  His intercession has not ceased

                                  Our hope beyond all reckoning

                                  Our merciful Creator King.

                                  The songs of morn redemption day

                                  Swell loud from lips of prayer and praise.

 

                                  A mighty shout of victory

                                  Will rend the sky as we’re set free

                                  Released from more than sin’s dark night

                                  From hell, and death and every plight

                                  These songs of morn will triumph be

                                  ‘Hosanna to the Mighty Three!’

 

                                  The song of morn can always be

                                  A mighty shout of victory.

                                  For every soul can be set free

                                  When trusting One from Calvary.

                                  Glory! Hallelujah! We rest in Thee

                                  Both now and in eternity.

 

           Jesus said, “I am the resurrection, and the life: he that

           believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.”

I am come that they might have life, and that they might

              have it more abundantly.” John 11:25; 10:10

 

                                       HE’S ALIVE!