Till the joy comes in the morning, I'll be waiting.
Till my pain's replaced by power, I'll be glad.
I will sing and shout "Hosanna" to the shadows,
And the valley will re-echo with my praise.
As I walk the lonely mountain, I'll be singing,
And no rain, however cold, can freeze my joy.
Though the shadows may be deep, the ground is solid,
And the way is paved by those who've gone before.
Redeemed am I! No sin can overcome me!
The battle is already fought and won.
Nothing high or low, in earth or hell can have me.
Though my tears may last the night, the morning comes!