My soul is waiting for the Lord,
As watchmen for the morning;
I know at last I'll be restored,
My God won't leave me wanting.
The wall is high and desolate,
My weary eyes are closing,
But ever He calls out to me -
I know my help is coming.
The night is long and bitter cold,
My heart is weak and wand'ring,
And yet my soul is His to hold,
I know the day is dawning.