Soon the bright and glorious morning
Of the Resurrection Day
Shall dawn with brilliant beauty o'er the land;
When my saints will rise to meet me,
As I come through opening clouds,
When the great Millennium army I command.
I am coming in the morning,
I am coming in the morning,
I am coming in the morning,
When the night is o'er, then dawns eternal day.

Soon the trumpet's blast will waken
Those who sleep in earthly beds,
Then the gates of Paradise shall swing ajar;
There amid supernal splendors
In my presence evermore,
Shall my saints rejoice in glory, bright and fair.
I am coming in the morning,
I am coming in the morning,
I am coming in the morning,
When the night is o'er, then dawns eternal day.

When I speak the church shall tremble,
And the world shall feel the power,
Then my servants shall be called priests and kings;
They shall teach and rule the nations,
Until every knee shall bow,
And the universe my coronation sings.
I am coming in the morning,
I am coming in the morning,
I am coming in the morning,
When the night is o'er, then dawns eternal day.

[Given in tongues and interpretation by the Spirit through Bishop R. C. Evans, in Toronto, Ontario, Wednesday, October 23, 1912, sung to the tune, "When the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there."
—Saints' Herald, January 1, 1913.]