In the Morning (Bingham)

Our sor­row will be done

And para­dise be won;

Our dark­ness will be gone

Our end­less day­light dawn

In the morn­ing

In the morn­ing!

Our ach­ing hearts will rest

Serene among the blest

In the morn­ing!

Our tears and pain will be

Forgot by you and me;

Our doubts and fears will fly

And truth be clear and nigh

In the morn­ing

In the morn­ing!

Our ach­ing hearts will rest

Serene among the blest

In the morn­ing!

Our tears and pain will be

Forgot by you and me;

Our doubts and fears will fly

And truth be clear and nigh