Joy comes in the morning, though my weeping fills the night. I will praise you daily, God who heals distress and fright. Long have I been troubled, for I could not see your face. Doubt and fear possessed me when I could not sense your grace. Joy comes in the morning, bringing new life after tears. Holy Hone, bless you, for you are a God who hears. You have set me dancing, clothing me in joy and peace, so my soul will praise you with new songs that never cease.