Dearer Than Heaven

It may be He’ll come in the morn­ing

When the sun­beams are greet­ing the flow­ers;

And the heart is o’er­flow­ing with glad­ness

That thrills through life’s ear­li­er hours.

And so I will strive to be rea­dy

For His com­ing

when­e’er it may be

For His wel­com­ing smile of ap­prov­al

Will be dear­er than Heav­en to me.

For His wel­com­ing smile of ap­prov­al

Will be dear­er than Heav­en to me.

It may be He’ll come in the noon­time

When the spir­it is bur­dened with care;

And the souls that should al­ways be wait­ing

Forget for the Lord to pre­pare.

It may be He’ll come in the ev­en­ing

When the sun has gone down in the west

When the toil­er has ceased from his la­bor

And song birds are seek­ing their nest.

It may be He’ll come at life’s mid­night

When the wea­ry soul longs for its rest

And the years

once so joy­ous and hap­py

With seed-time and har­vest have blest.