Or so they say. "They" being, in this case, Psalm 30, and various songs based thereupon.
I am not a morning person. For me, joy cometh not in the morning. Sadness, irritability, anger and other such emotions unrelated to joy cometh in the morning. The ability to Commune With Other Human Beings cometh at around 9am. Joy cometh, at the earliest, 1pm. Unless it is a Saturday, the only day when joy cometh in the morning, when I realize I do not need to get up just yet.
There is, however, one hint of joy in most of my mornings. When I walk past a tire store on my way to work in the morning, I am greeted by a large Chow Chow and a small Chow Chow who are tied outside. Occasionally, if he is untied at the moment, the small one will try to accompany me to work. He is my friend. He is puffy. Funny puffy dog=joy.