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Tomorrow morn, O joy
all words transcending,
Our God will come
in eucharistic guise,
Our hearts with His
in sweet communion blending,
Will raptured taste
the bliss of Paradise.
Oh Mother loved,
our cold hearts prepare,
Thy Jesus seeks to make
His dwelling there;
With virtue bright
thy children's hearts adorn,
For in their depths
He'll rest tomorrow morn,
For in their depths
He'll rest tomorrow morn.
Now fading fast day's
briliant rays declining,
Tell that the morn,
the day of love is near,
That soon the Sun of Justice
brightly shining
In mercy veiled will to our souls appear.
Oh Mother loved,
our cold hearts prepare,
Thy Jesus seeks to make
His dwelling there;
With virtue bright
thy children's hearts adorn,
For in their depths
He'll rest tomorrow morn,
For in their depths
He'll rest tomorrow morn.
Another morn will come,
too sacred seeming,
When we may say farewell
to mortal strife;
Haste, Haste, that dawn,
now in the future gleaming,
The morn that leads us to eternal life.
Oh Mother loved,
our cold hearts prepare,
Thy Jesus seeks to make
His dwelling there;
With virtue bright
thy children's hearts adorn,
For in their depths
He'll rest tomorrow morn,
For in their depths
He'll rest tomorrow morn.
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