As the sha­dows of the night round are fall­ing,
I am think­ing of that day by and by,
When the trum­pet of the Lord shall be call­ing,
As the day breaks o’er the hills.

Refrain

I’ll go sing­ing, I’ll go shout­ing on my jour­ney home,
Till the day breaks, till the day breaks;
There’ll be sing­ing, there’ll be shout­ing,
When we all get home,
When the day breaks o’er the hills.

When we ga­ther home at last there’ll be sing­ing,
Such as an­gels round the throne ne­ver heard;
For the song of souls re­deemed shall go ring­ing,
As the day breaks o’er the hills.

Refrain

I shall rise to be with Je­sus for­ev­er,
I shall meet the ones who passed on be­fore;
We shall meet to part no more, ne­ver, ne­ver,
When the day breaks o’er the hills.

Refrain