JOY IN THE MORNING

The night of affliction, with its long hours of sadness,

Will soon pass away to be remembered no more;

And the weeping will end in a morning of gladness;

For no sorrow is known on the evergreen shore.

In this world we shall have tribulation and sorrow;

‘ Tis enough for the subject to be as his king;

But if we are faithful, joy will come with the morrow,

And with the blood-washed a new song shall we sing.