Good Night and Good Morning

1

When comes to the wea­ry

A bless­èd re­lease,

When up­ward we pass

To His king­dom of peace,

When free from the woes

That on earth we must bear,

We’ll say good night here,

But good morn­ing up there.

Refrain

Good morn­ing up there

Where Christ is the light,

Good morn­ing up there

Where com­eth no night;

When we step from this earth

To God’s Heav­en so fair,

We’ll say good night here

But good morn­ing up there.

2

When fad­eth the day and

Dark sha­dows draw nigh,

With Christ close at hand,

It is not death to die;

He’ll wipe ev­ery tear,

Roll away ev­ery care;

We’ll say good night here,

But good morn­ing up there.

[Refrain]

3

When home lights we see

Shining bright­ly above,

Where we shall be soon,

Through His won­der­ful love,

We’ll praise Him who called us

His Heav­en to share,

We’ll say good night here

But good morn­ing up there.

[Refrain]

This hymn was written by Lizzie Douglass Foulks DeArmond. Born on July 23, 1847 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and died on October 26, 1936, at her home in Swarthmore, Pennsylvania, she was a prolific author of hundreds of children hymns, and poems and thus a familiar name to many Sunday School teachers. 

Homer Rodeheaver Alvan (1880-1955) composed the tune. He was an evangelist and the music director of Billy Sunday's evangelistic campaigns.

Out of her grief for the loss of her daughter, Lizzie DeArmond suffered and  questioned the Lord. One night, God spoke to her and that night, gave her this hymn of comfort which has since been a comfort to many others who lost loved ones.

These are her words:

"When God called my girl to live with Him, I felt I could not spare her, and it left an ache in my heart that was difficult to bear. The ever present, persistent question, Why should my girl be taken? became the overwhelming burden of my waking moments. Why should it be my child?

After several months of wrestling with this question, my health was affected and my faith clouded. Then one night, while I was pacing up and down on my lawn, there came me the words as if spoken from the sky: We Christians do not sorrow without hope. We do have to say goodbye to our loved ones here, but we have that glorious hope of good morning over there.

The message brought surcease from my sorrow, comfort for my heart, and stimulus to my faith. I hastened to my room where the poem took form. God gave me a song that has been a blessing in my life, as it will be to others who sorrow for loved ones." 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7YdODX5jiM