A-waiting and a-watching

I'm a-waiting and a-watching for the day that has no end.

For the sun that's ever shining, for its rays that ever blend;

For the light that casts no shadows, for the sky that's ever fair,

For the rose that's ever blooming as its fragrance fills the air.

I'm a-waiting and a watching for the land that knows no night;

Where the terrors of the darkness are dispelled in morning's light,

Where the murmurs of the breezes blend themselves into a song,

And the silvery carol echoes to the heavens, soft and long.

I'm a-waiting and a-watching for the song that's never o'er,

For the joy that's never ending on that light-emblazoned shore,

For the peace that shall enfold me with the heaven's holy breath,

For the glory that shall greet me, for the life that knows no death.