I am wait­ing for the morn­ing when the Lord will come;
I ex­pect Him ev­ery mo­ment to appear;
He will ga­ther home His bride, He a feast will then pro­vide;
He is com­ing, and the time is near.

Refrain

In the morn­ing, in the morn­ing,
In the morn­ing when He comes, we shall see Him;
We will know each other there, in the home so bright and fair;
We shall in the glo­ry share, in the morn­ing.

In the morn­ing when we ga­ther by the crys­tal sea,
We shall sing the songs of Mos­es and the Lamb;
He will wipe our tears away, in the bright and hap­py day;
He is com­ing! bless His ho­ly name!

Refrain

We will cast our crowns and tro­phies at His pierc­èd feet;
We shall bear the palms of vic­to­ry ev­er­more;
And with harps of bright­est gold, ev­er will His love be told;
We will sing up­on that hap­py shore.

Refrain