Long were the shadows,
Deep was the chill of starless night.
Great the confusion
Now ages long upon the land.
Hushed were the voices,
Silent the witness of the past.
Timeless the record
Hidden between the earth and stone.
Tender the prophet
Brought to the hillside,
Drawn by a vision bright.
Breathless the moment
When the stone was opened,
Lifting the truth to the light!
From cumorah's hill there comes
A witness and a warning.
Out of darkness shines at last
The welcome light of morning!
Now are the stick of
Joseph and Judah one in hand;
How plain and precious
Now is the gospel of the Lamb!
Read from its pages,
Drink from the fountain,
Feast on the words of Christ
Saved through the ages
For this dispensation.
Piercing the clouds of the night!
From cumorah's hill there comes
A witness and a warning.
Out of darkness shines at last
The welcome light of morning!
Ancient voices crying from the dust!
God remembers yet His covenant!
In the latter days He speaks to us
From cumorah's hill . . .
From cumorah's hill there comes
A witness and a warning.
Out of darkness shines at last
The welcome light of morning!
Morning
Of Morning