1 Hail, glorious day! ere long to dawn,
And set death's captives free;
Triumphant then will they come forth
With shouts of victory.

2 And when my Saviour shall appear,
If in the grave I lie,
The last loud trumpet I shall hear,
And live, no more to die.

3 It is enough, although I close
In death my weary eyes,
In that bright morn, my Lord to see,
And meet him in the skies.

4 And in that resurrection morn
I shall his face behold;
'Tis then my Lord to me will give
The starry crown of gold.