In the Morning (Bilhorn)

I am wait­ing for the morn­ing when the Lord will come;

I ex­pect Him ev­ery mo­ment to appear;

He will ga­ther home His bride

He a feast will then pro­vide;

He is com­ing

and the time is near.

In the morn­ing

in the morn­ing

In the morn­ing when He comes

we shall see Him;

We will know each other there

in the home so bright and fair;

We shall in the glo­ry share

in the morn­ing.

In the morn­ing when we ga­ther by the crys­tal sea

We shall sing the songs of Mos­es and the Lamb;

He will wipe our tears away

in the bright and hap­py day;

He is com­ing! bless His ho­ly name!

We will cast our crowns and tro­phies at His pierc­èd feet;

We shall bear the palms of vic­to­ry ev­er­more;

And with harps of bright­est gold

ev­er will His love be told;

We will sing up­on that hap­py shore.