I am waiting for the dawning

of the bright and blessed day,

when the darksome night of sorrow

shall have vanished far away:

when for ever with the Saviour

far beyond this vale of tears,

I shall swell the song of worship

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 grey mist of morning

do I see its glorious light;

then away with every shadow

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.