I am waiting for the dawning of the bright and blessed 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. 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. I am waiting for the coming of the Lord who died for me; oh, His wounds have thrilled my spirit, 'I will come again for Thee.' I can almost hear His footfall, on the threshold of the door, and my heart, my heart is longing to be with Him evermore.