I Am Waiting For The Morning
Of The Blessed Day To Dawn,
When The Sorrow And The Sadness
Of This Changeful Life Are Gone.
I Am Waiting, Only Waiting,
Till This Weary Life Is O’er;
Only Waiting For My Welcome,
From My Savior On The Other Shore.
I Am Waiting, Worn And Weary
With The Battle And The Strife,
Hoping When The Warfare’s Over
To Receive A Crown Of Life.
Waiting, Hoping, Trusting Ever,
For A Home Of Boundless Love;
Like A Pilgrim, Looking Forward
To The Land Of Bliss Above.
Hoping Soon To Meet The Loved Ones
Where The “Many Mansions” Be;
Listening For The Happy Welcome
Of My Savior Calling Me