Joy Will Come In the Morning

My life with its pain and loss
Is not worthy of compare
When He draws me to the cross
To watch Him hanging there

And as I watch Him there
His suffering unto death
His love beyond compare
Fills my aching breast

So I live that I might die
And gladly bear my cross
It prepares me for on high
To gain at His own cost

Weeping may endure for a night
But we sing our blessed song
Written with Gods delight
That joy will come in the morn