Well you meet me in the morning,
On that bright and golden shore?
Will your lamp be trimmed and burning,
When He comes to take you o'er?
Yes, I'll meet you in the morn ing,
When I hear the Saviour's call;
“Come, ye bles sed of My Fa ther,
To a home prepared for all."
Oh to meet on that bright morning,
When the clouds have passed away!
Oh to walk and talk with Jesus,
There to dwell with Him for aye!
Yes, I'll meet you in the morn ing,
When I hear the Saviour's call;
“Come, ye bles sed of My Fa ther,
To a home prepared for all."
When we meet our loving Saviour,
What a happy hour ‘twill be,
When we're gathered with our loved ones,
And their happy faces see!
Yes, I'll meet you in the morn ing,
When I hear the Saviour's call;
“Come, ye bles sed of My Fa ther,
To a home prepared for all."
Oh, this thought should make us happy,
And we all should love Him more;
For He'll come, and will not tarry,
Come to bear us safely o'er.
Yes, I'll meet you in the morn ing,
When I hear the Saviour's call;
“Come, ye bles sed of My Fa ther,
To a home prepared for all."