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.
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. [Refrain]
3 When out 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. [Refrain]
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 gives the praise in the morning. [Refrain]
Source: On Joyful Wing : A Book of Praise and Song #163