Author:		A. A. Payn
Musician:		C. Austin Miles, 1868-1946

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.

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.