1 The sands of time are sinking;
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I've sighed for,
The fair, sweet morn awakes.
2 Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen.
Bright skies will soon be o'er me,
Where darkest clouds have been.
3 No night is there, no sorrow,
No death and no decay,
No yesterday, no morrow,
But one eternal day.
Source: Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs #670