In hush before the dawn’s first gleam,
Souls turn from earth’s deceitful throne,
Where shadows lengthen in cold dream,
And hearts grow chill in sins unknown.

Yet in the chamber of the mind,
The faithful choose the nobler part:
To fix their gaze on Him divine,
Fairest of ten thousand, pure in heart.

Behold the splendor yet to come—
When trumpet sounds with sudden might,
Not worldly crowns, but His alone,
Descending in eternal light!

The graves shall open, treasures yield;
The living rise on wings of grace;
Each knee shall bow, in field or field,
Before the Savior’s wounded face.

Maranatha! The cry ascends—
Come, Lord Jesus, come in power!
This hope becomes their daily bread,
A shield through every darkened hour.

Upon those shoulders, scarred for sin,
The government shall ever rest:
Justice and mercy intertwined,
In everlasting reign so blest.

Till that bright Day, their eyes stay fixed,
Their hearts aflame with holy fire—
Jesus Christ, the All in all,
Forever worthy, ever higher.