I am waiting for the Master, Who will bid me rise and come
To the glory of his presence,
To the gladness of his home.
Many a weary path I’ve traveled,
In the darkest storm and strife,
Bearing many a heavy burden, -
Often struggling for my life.
Many friends that traveled with me
Reached that portal long ago;
One by one they left me battling
With the dark and crafty foe.
Yes, their pilgrimage was shorter,
And their triumphs sooner won;
Oh, how lovingly they’ll greet me
When the toils of life are done.
Yet, O Lord, I wait thy pleasure,
For thy times and ways are best;
Hear me, Lord, for I am weary;
O my Father, bid me rest.
CHORUS:
They are watching at the portal,
They are waiting at the door;
Waiting only for my coming
All the loved ones gone before.
Mrs. Kate M. Reasoner
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