I
AS I WAKE UP WITH THE MORNING
OF EACH DAY THAT PASSES BY
AND I LISTEN TO THE SOUND UPON MY EARS
I CAN'T HELP BUT TO KEEP A WATCH TOWARD THE EASTERN SKY
AND I WONDER IF THE TRUMPET WILL BE THE NEXT SOUND THAT I HEAR.
II
ALL MY EARTHLY DISAPPOINTMENTS AND MY TRIALS HERE BELOW
FADE AWAY WHEN I REMEMBER HIS LAST WORDS.
HE SAID HE'D RETURN AND RECEIVE HIS CHILDREN UNTO HIM
AND I'M LONGING JUST TO LOOK UPON THE FACE OF MY LORD.
CHORUS
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY FOR THE LORD TO COME AGAIN.
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY FOR HIM TO TAKE HIS CHILDREN HOME.
HOW I LONG TO SEE HIS FACE AND TO TOUCH HIS NAIL-SCARED HANDS.
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY FOR THE LORD TO COME AGAIN.