When comes the dawn, my heart will sing.

When comes the dawn, much joy she’ll bring.

But when will dawn shed forth her light?

And when will dawn make things alright?

I fear I wait for dawn in vain.

Dawn cannot take away my shame.

The things I’ve done I can’t undo,

And so it’s hard to go on through.

My failure wiped away my trust.

My sin has caused my heart to rust.

I cry to God to forgive me;

But still such ugly sin I see.

This guilt moved in and holds me tight.

It dulls my ears and blinds my sight.

I lost my joy.  I lost my hope.

I hung myself with Satan’s rope.

Christ says, “I died to cleanse your sins.

When I forgive, you’re clean, my friend.”

My hope is now renewed through Christ,

For in His care I find new life.

He’s brighter than the morning dawn,