We are march­ing on­ward to the heav’n­ly land,
To meet each oth­er in the morn­ing;
We are press­ing for­ward to the gold­en strand,
Where joy will crown us in the morn­ing.

Refrain

In the morn­ing, in the morn­ing,
We will ga­ther with the faith­ful in the morn­ing;
Where the night of sor­row shall be rolled away,
And joy will crown us in the morn­ing.

We are tra­vel­ing on­ward from a world of care,
To meet each oth­er in the morn­ing;
Oh, the time is com­ing, we shall soon be there,
And joy will crown us in the morn­ing.

Refrain

We are tra­vel­ing onward, and the way grows bright,
We’ll meet each oth­er in the morn­ing;
Where our friends are waiting, at the gate of life,
And joy will crown us in the morn­ing.

Refrain

Where the hills are bloom­ing on the other shore,
We’ll meet each oth­er in the morn­ing!
Where the heart’s deep long­ing will be felt no more,
And joy will crown us in the morn­ing.

Refrain

In the bound­less rap­ture of a Sav­ior’s love
We’ll meet each oth­er in the morn­ing;
Then we’ll sing His glo­ry in the realms above,
And joy will crown us in the morn­ing.

Refrain