'Til Morning Comes Sing little heart
Yes even when you’re hurting
Make breath an arrow
Let fly at Satan’s plot.
His plan despair
And faithless disconcerting
Hints at unworthy
Child, even when you’re not.
You have the voice
And faith and memories lifting
Calling to mind
Deliverance of the past.
Sing of God’s grace
And closeness in the moonlight
Sing of His love
‘Til morning comes at last.