1 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.

Refrain:
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.

2 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. [Refrain]

3 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. [Refrain]

4 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. [Refrain]