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I AM waiting for the dawning
   Of the bright and blessèd day,
When the darksome night of sorrow
    Shall have vanished far away:
When, for ever with the Saviour,
    Far beyond this vale of tears,
I shall swell the song of worship
    Through the everlasting years.
2  I am looking at the brightness—
    See, it shineth from afar—
Of the clear and joyous beaming
    Of the bright and morning Star.
Through the dark grey mist of morning
    Do I see its glorious light;
Then away with every shadow
    Of this sad and weary night!
3  I am waiting for the coming
    Of the Lord Who died for me;
O, His words have thrilled my spirit,
    ‘I will come again for thee.’
I can almost hear the footfall
    On the threshold of the door,
And my heart, my heart is longing
    To be with Him evermore.
Samuel Trevor Francis, 1834-1925