My Lord, what a morning

My Lord, what a morning           
My Lord, what a morning
O my Lord, what a morning
when the stars begin to fall
You’ll hear the trumpet sound
to wake the nations underground       
Looking to my God’s right hand
when the stars begin to fall

My Lord what a morning           
My Lord what a morning
My Lord what a morning
when the stars begin to fall

You’ll hear the sinner moan
to wake the nations underground       
Looking to my God’s right hand
when the stars begin to fall

My Lord, what a morning       
My Lord, what a morning
O my Lord, what a morning
when the stars
begin to
fall