Watching for The Morning.
"My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning." Ps. 130 : 6. I AM watching for the morning ;
The night is long and dreary;
I have waited for the dawning
Till I am sad and weary.
I am watching for the morning,
When the sons of God shall show
All their beautious adorning,
So dimly seen below.
I'm a stranger and sojourner,
A pilgrim on the earth;
A sad and lonely mourner;
Few own my noble birth.
But I'm watching for the morning—
O, when will morning come,
And I change the world's rude scorning
For the fellowship of home?
The earnest expectation
Of all nature is abroad;
Waiting the revelation
Of the real sons of God.
And I'm watching for the morning
That shall set the captive free,
And shall change the chains of bondage
Into glorious liberty.
I will get me to the mountain
Till the shadows flee away :
I will ask of all the watchmen
For the tokens of the day.
I am watching for the morning,
The night is almost gone;
I hear the note of warning,
I will hie me to my home.