Oh, how lovely was the morning!Radiant beamed the sun above.Bees were humming, sweet birds singing,Music ringing thru the grove,When within the shady woodlandJoseph sought the God of love,When within the shady woodlandJoseph sought the God of love.
Humbly kneeling, sweet appealing—'Twas the boy's first uttered prayer—When the pow'rs of sin assailingFilled his soul with deep despair;But undaunted, still he trustedIn his Heav'nly Father's care,But undaunted, still he trustedIn his Heav'nly Father's care.
Suddenly a light descended,Brighter far than noonday sun,And a shining, glorious pillarO'er him fell, around him shone,While appeared two heav'nly beings,God the Father and the Son,While appeared two heav'nly beings,God the Father and the Son.
"Joseph, this is my Beloved;Hear him!" Oh, how sweet the word!Joseph's humble prayer was answered,And he listened to the Lord.Oh, what rapture filled his bosom,For he saw the living God,Oh, what rapture filled his bosom,For he saw the living God.