In the Morning

1 We are pilgrims looking home,
Sad and weary oft we roam,
But we know ‘twill all be well in the morning;
When, our anchor firmly cast,
Ev’ry stormy wave is past,
And we gather safe at last in the morning.

Chorus:
When we all meet again in the morning,
On the sweet blooming hills in the morning;
Nevermore to say good night
In that sunny region bright,
When we hail the blessed light of the morning.

2 O these tender broken ties,
How they dim our aching eyes,
But like jewels they will shine in the morning;
When our victor palms we bear,
And our robes immortal wear,
We shall know each other there, in the morning. [Chorus]

3 When our fettered souls are free,
Far beyond the narrow sea.
And we hear the Saviour’s voice in the morning;
When our golden sheaves we bring
To the feet of Christ our King,
What a chorus we shall sing in the morning. [Chorus]

4 Thro’ our pilgrim journey here,
Tho’ the night is sometimes drear,
Let us watch and persevere till the morning;
Then our highest tribute raise
For the love that crowns our days,
And to Jesus give the praise in the morning. [Chorus]


Source: Living Hymns: for use in the Sabbath School, Christian Endeavor Meetings, the church & home #20

• MIDI file from On Joyful Wing : A Book of Praise and Song #163