My Loved Ones Are Waiting for Me

When I shall cross ov­er the dark roll­ing tide

O what a glad meet­ing there’ll be

For close by the beau­ti­ful pear­ly white gate

My loved ones are wait­ing for me.

Waiting for me

they’re wait­ing for me

O what a glad meet­ing ’twill be!

Waiting for me

they’re wait­ing for me

My loved ones are wai­ting for me.

A dear

loving mo­ther now waits on that shore

To clasp me again to her breast;

She left this world shout­ing the prais­es of God

By an­gels was car­ried to rest.

Dear fa­ther and bro­thers and kin­dred have gone

To dwell in that coun­try so fair;

And while I still lin­ger on time’s trou­bled shore

They’re watch­ing and wait­ing up there.

I some­times get wea­ry and long to go home

But all of my work is not done;

I’m glad I can la­bor for Je­sus

my Lord

Till sounds the sweet mes­sage

Come home.