In a-that great gettin’ up mornin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well
In a-that great getting’ up mornin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well
I’m a-gonna tell you ‘bout the comin’ of the judgment
Fare thee well, fare thee well
I’m a-gonna tell you ‘bout the comin’ of the judgment
Fare thee well, fare thee well
There’s a better day a-comin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well
There’s a better day a-comin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well
In a-that great gettin’ up mornin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well
In a-that great getting’ up mornin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well
The Lord spoke to Gabriel
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Go and look behind the altar
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Take down that silver trumpet
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Blow your trumpet, Gabriel
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Lord, how loud shall I blow it?
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Blow it calm and easy
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Well, do not alarm my people
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Tell them to come to the judgment
Fare thee well, fare thee well
In a-that great gettin’ up mornin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well
In a-that great getting’ up mornin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Gabriel, blow your trumpet
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Lord, how loud shall I blow it?
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Loud as seven peals of thunder
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Wake the living nations
Fare thee well, fare thee well
In a-that great gettin’ up mornin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well
In a-that great getting’ up mornin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well
Then you’ll see the stars a-fallin’
You’ll see forked lightnin’
You’ll see the Christians risin’
You’ll see the saints a-marchin’
You’ll see my Jesus comin’
With all His holy angels
Take the righteous home to glory
In a-that great gettin’ up mornin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well
In a-that great getting’ up mornin’
Fare thee well, fare thee well
