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; worn and weary
With the battle and the strife,
Waiting when the warfare’s over,
To reach home, the land of life.
Waiting, watching, 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.