It is the morning of the Sabbath-day,
The light is breaking through with golden ray,
I must awake, the glorious Truth to see,
For God and Love are coming near to me.
I must press through the crushing throng of thought,
And hear the Word by Revelation brought,
Reach out and touch its holy garment, white,
Knowing I shall again receive my sight.
If I may only touch the Christly hem,
I shall receive the shining diadem,
Awake from out this earthly, mortal dream,
Hear the glad Word: "Arise! and be thou clean."
