Yes, We’ll Meet Again in the Morning

Yes

we’ll meet again in the morn­ing

In the dawn of a fair­er day;

When the night of watch­ing and wait­ing

With its dark­ness has passed away.

Where no sha­dows veil the sun­shine

Over there in the heav’n­ly land

And the crys­tal waves of the riv­er

Ever flow o’er the gold­en sand.

Where our pre­cious ones now are dwell­ing

Free from toil and from ev­ery care;

With their gar­ments spot­less and shin­ing

Like the robes that the an­gels wear.

When our pil­grim­age com­plet­ed

And our foot­steps no long­er roam

By the pear­ly gates glad­ly wait­ing

They will give us a wel­come home.

O what joy when all shall be ov­er

And the jour­ney on earth we close

And the an­gels home­ward shall bear us

Where the life-stream for­ev­er flows.

We shall see the King of glo­ry

We shall praise Him with harp and voice;

We shall sing the grace that re­deemed us

While our hearts in His love re­joice.