1. The church of the morning bright, Like crystal so clear her light, Triumphant, she knew no fears; In finest white linen dressed; Pure holiness she possessed, Two hundred and sev???nty years. * Refrain: Hell never can destroy the church, Built by the Savior???s hands; Upon the Rock, the solid Rock, Christ Jesus, still she stands; Despite of persecution???s flood, And gates of hell forsooth; She???s still the kingdom of the Lord, The pillar of the truth. 2. The sun went down ere his time, The moon also ceased to shine, Left Zion in bitter tears; No star then appeared in sight, Oh, long dreary papal night! Twelve hundred and sixty years. 3. A rising the sun of day, Disperses the night away While popery quakes with fears; Shone dimly the gospel ray, There followed a cloudy day??? Three hundred and fifty years. 4. We welcome the evening light; The gospel so clear and bright Breaks forth as in days of yore; The mists are all cleared away, All hail the supernal day! The sun shall go down no more.