There is gladness in the morning,
There is happiness and song;
There’s a promise in the sunrise
For the heart that waiteth long;
For the heart that waiteth ever,
Though the skies be clear or grey,
For the passing of a shadow
And the breaking of a day.

I shall meet you in the morning,
When at last shall rise the sun;
And the waiting and the longing,
And the wearying are done.
Though the way be cold and dreary,
And the journeying be long,
When I meet you in the morning
‘Twill be summer-time and song.

As the flow’rs uplift their faces
To the sunrise and the dawn,
Turns my vision ever upward
Where the star of hope is born;
For I’m waiting, waiting ever
Till my golden dream comes true,
When I waken unto gladness,
And the morn at last brings you.

I shall meet you in the morning,
When at last shall rise the sun;
And the waiting and the longing,
And the wearying are done.
Though the way be through the shadow,
And the eventide be long,
I shall meet you in the morning
In the land of light and song.