It Is Waiting There for Me!

There’s a wel­come blest

That my soul shall hear;

It is wait­ing there for me!

From the lov­ing lips

Of the Sav­ior dear!

It is wait­ing there for me!

I shall go

some time

To that beau­te­ous clime

And a dwell­er there shall be;

And shall there pos­sess

All the bless­ed­ness

That is wait­ing there for me!

There’s a greet­ing glad

From the saint­ed host;

It is wait­ing there for me!

Who are safe­ly housed

Though they once were lost!

It is wait­ing there for me!

There’s a build­ing fair

In the pro­mised land!

It is wait­ing there for me!

’Tis my Fa­ther’s house

Where the white-robed stand;

It is wait­ing there for me!

There’s a fount of joy

Where the pil­grims drink;

It is wait­ing there for me!

Who have an­chored safe

At the riv­er’s brink;

It is wait­ing there for me!