Some of the sunrises this autumn have been stunning but nothing is happening like that this morning... too overcast.
But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day;
the saints triumphant rise in bright array;
the King of glory passes on his way.
From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,
through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
and singing to Father, Son and Holy Ghost:
William Walsham How, 1864