I Am Waiting for the Dawning

I am wait­ing for the dawn­ing

Of the bright and bless­èd day

When the dark­some night of sor­row

Shall have van­ished far away—

When for ev­er with the Sav­ior

Far be­yond this vale of tears

I shall swell the song of wor­ship

Through the ev­er­last­ing years

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 gray mist of morn­ing

Do I see its glo­ri­ous light;

Then away with ev­ery sha­dow

Of this sad and wea­ry night

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

To be with Him ev­er­more.