I am waiting for the morning
Of the blessèd 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
many mansions be;
List’ning for the happy welcome
Of my Savior calling me.