I am wait­ing for the dawn­ing
Of the bright and bless­èd day,
When the dark­some night of sor­row
Shall have van­ished far away—
When for ev­er with the Sav­ior,
Far be­yond this vale of tears,
I shall swell the song of wor­ship
Through the ev­er­last­ing years,
Through the ev­er­last­ing years.

I am look­ing at the bright­ness—
See, it shin­eth from afar—
Of the clear and joy­ous beam­ing
Of the Bright and Morn­ing Star.
Through the dark gray mist of morn­ing
Do I see its glo­ri­ous light;
Then away with ev­ery sha­dow
Of this sad and wea­ry night,
Of this sad and wea­ry night.

I am wait­ing for the com­ing
Of the Lord who died for me;
Oh, His words have thrilled my spir­it,
I will come again for thee.
I can almost hear His foot­fall,
On the thresh­old of the door,
And my heart, my heart is long­ing,
To be with Him ev­er­more,
To be with Him ev­er­more.