I'm 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 them-
selves 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-em-
blazoned shore,
For the peace that shall enfold me with the heavens'
holy breath,
For the glory that shall greet me, for the life
that knows no death.