Yea, More Than They

YEA, more than they, who through the gloomy night,

Through sleepless hours that loiter on their way,

Watch for the dawn above the eastern height,

Yea, more than they.

Watching and waiting for return of day

My soul waits for the Lord, the Lord of might,

With whom forgiveness is, my hope and stay.

And when His mercy thrills my soul contrite,

My soul rejoices in His pardoning ray,

More than they joy to see the morning light.

Yea, more than they.