Iris with O the weary night is waning and Fountain of grace, rich, full and free

O the weary night is waning,
And the clouds are rolling by;
See, the long expected morning
Now is dawning in the sky;
When from Zion’s lofty mountain
We shall hear the watchmen cry,
And rejoicing we shall gather
When the King shall come.

When the ransomed of Jehovah,
From the East and from the West,
Shall return with joy and gladness,
To receive the promised rest,-
Then shall ev’ry tribe and nation
Out of ev’ry land be bless’d,
And rejoicing they shall gather
When the King shall come.

May He find us, when He cometh,
Faithful watchers day and night,
At our royal post of duty,
With our armor shining bright;
May our lamps be trimm’d and burning
With a clear and steady light,
That rejoicing we may gather
When the King shall come.

Chorus
O Zion!  O Zion!
Great will be thy triumph
When the King shall come;
O Zion!  O Zion!
Thou shalt be exalted
When the King shall come.
        F. J. Crosby


Fountain of grace, rich, full and free,
What need I, that is not in Thee?
Full pardon, strength to meet the day,
And peace which none can take away.

Doth sickness fill my heart with fear,
‘Tis sweet to know that Thou art near;
Am I with dread of justice tried,
‘Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died.

In life, Thy promises of aid
Forbid my heart to be afraid;
In death, peace gently vails the eyes,-
Christ rose, and I shall surely rise.
     James Edmeston