In The Morning

"For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace;
the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into
singing and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir tree, and instead
of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree: and it shall be
to the LORD for a name, for an everlasting sign that
shall not be cut off."
(Isaiah 55:12-13)

 

 

 

 

Rocky Mountain Sunrise
Darren White
Image courtesy/Fine Art America

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,

 

Every 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. 

 

 

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. 

 

 

When our fettered souls are free,

 

Far beyond the narrow sea,

 

And we hear the Savior'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. 

 

 

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 give the praise

 

In the morning. 

 

 

 

 

 

"In The Morning"
(1882)
Frances Jane "Fanny" Crosby 

(1820-1915)

American Christian hymn writer
and evangelist