Classic Poem

My Lord, what a morning,
My Lord, what a morning,
My Lord, what a morning,
When de stars begin to fall.

You'll hear de trumpet sound,
To wake de nations underground,
Look in my God's right hand,
When de stars begin to fall.
You'll hear de sinner moan,
To wake de nations underground,
Look in my God's right hand,
When de stars begin to fall.

You'll hear de Christians shout,
To wake de nations underground,
Look in my God's right hand,
When de stars begin to fall.
You'll hear de angels sing,
To wake de nations underground,
Look in my God's right hand,
When de stars begin to fall.

You'll see my Jesus come,
To wake de nations underground,
Look in my God's right hand,
When de stars begin to fall.
His chariot wheels roll round,
To wake de nations underground,
Look in my God's right hand,
When de stars begin to fall.