Joy Comes in the Morning

Weaping endures but for a night
Joy cometh with the morning light;
A joy for every tear is found,
A healing balm for every wound.

Joy comes each faithful heart to thrill
That fears of change no more will chill;
Transporting joy, that fills the soul
While everlasting ages roll.

Awake, for, lo, not distant far,
The rising of the Morning Star;
O watch to catch the newborn ray
That ushers in a cloudless day.

Hail! glorious morn, whose radiant light
Shall bid the darkness take its flight;
Shall chase the shades of gloom away,
and night be turned to endless day.

Annie R. Smith, (Adapted)