Thou art fairer than the morning,
O my Saviour and my King!
Of Thy grandeur and Thy beauty,
How my soul delights to sing.
Thou art fair — - er than the morning,
Thou art brighter, brighter than the day;
At the glo — - ry of Thy presence
Clouds and darkness flee away.
Clothed in light as with a garment,
Crowned with majesty Divine,
Lo, the sceptre of dominion
Now and ever, Lord, is Thine.
Thou art fair — - er than the morning,
Thou art brighter, brighter than the day;
At the glo — - ry of Thy presence
Clouds and darkness flee away.
Oh, the greatness of Thy mercy,
And the richness of Thy grace!
Oh, the love that in Thy kingdom
Is preparing me a place!
Thou art fair — - er than the morning,
Thou art brighter, brighter than the day;
At the glo — - ry of Thy presence
Clouds and darkness flee away.
When the silver cord is broken,
And this mortal life is o'er,
With ten thousand times ten thousand
I shall sing for evermore.
Thou art fair — - er than the morning,
Thou art brighter, brighter than the day;
At the glo — - ry of Thy presence
Clouds and darkness flee away.