Resurrection Morn Songtext
von The Collingsworth Family

Oh what a day will soon take place
When the redeemed of Adam′s race
In an instant will all be transformed

They'll come from near
Some from afar
On past the moon beyond the stars
What a sight on that great happy morn

Then sea and land give up their dead
The earth too long has been their bed
Released they rise through the air
They′ll come and join as magnet drawn
To gather round that great white throne
Behold their King waiting there


The trump will sound amens resound
The saints will rise up from the ground
Such singing and shouting
We've run the race
We'll see his face
And start to sing amazing grace
What a sight on that resurrection morn

Then row on row
They′ll fall in line
Their perfect garments snowy white
They′ll march in and claim their own land
Their home at last the King will say
"These are my own for these are they
Washed white in the blood of the lamb"

The mighty band will start to play
The hallelujah that day
All glory to the king of all kings
Then tears of joy will start to flow
Because I've chosen long ago
To be there when the saints start to sing


The trump will sound and amens resound
The saints will rise up from the ground
Such singing and shouting
We′ve run the race
We'll see his face
And start to sing amazing grace
What a sight on that resurrection morn
We′ve run the race
We'll see his face
And start to sing amazing grace
What a sight
What a sight
What a sight on that resurrection morn