Watching for the Morning

The dark­ness fades away

and the morn draws nigh

When the sha­dows of the night will fall no more;

And an end­less day will cheer each wist­ful eye

And the wea­ry watch of life is o’er.

I am watch­ing for the morn­ing

When the end­less morn will break

When the bright­ness of His glo­ry we shall see

When we’ll see the Lord re­turn­ing

All His ran­somed home to take

May He find among the faith­ful you and me.

My eyes may close in sleep ere the break of day

But the Lord will wake me when He comes again;

When He comes to call me home to Him for aye

In His glo­ry ev­er­more to reign.

The morn will soon be here with its joy and light

And the glo­ry of the day will shine afar;

Then our watch­ing eyes will glad­den at the sight

When we rise and hail the Morn­ing Star.