On the Other Shore

On the oth­er shore they’re wait­ing

’Till the last be­liev­er comes;

In ex­pect­an­cy they’re wait­ing

In their bright ce­les­ti­al homes.

They are wait­ing—yes

they’re wait­ing

In their bright ce­les­ti­al homes.

In ex­pect­an­cy they’re wait­ing

In their bright ce­les­ti­al homes.

Waiting thro’ the dim long ag­es

With in­creasing joy and love

Holy pro­phets

Christ­ian sag­es

In their bless­èd homes ab­ove.

They are wait­ing—yes

they’re wait­ing

In their bright ce­les­ti­al homes.

Holy pro­phets

Christ­ian sag­es

In their bless­èd homes ab­ove.

Waiting for the new cre­ation

And the co­ro­na­tion day

For the fi­nal con­sum­ma­tion

And the uni­vers­al sway.

They are wait­ing—yes

they’re wait­ing

In their bright ce­les­ti­al homes

For the fi­nal con­sum­ma­tion

And the uni­vers­al sway.

O

what rap­ture—O

what sing­ing!

When these bliss­ful spir­its meet

As most ten­derly they’re cling­ing

To the dear Re­deem­er’s feet.

They are wait­ing—yes

they’re wait­ing

In their bright ce­les­tial homes

As most ten­der­ly they’re cling­ing

To the dear Re­deem­er’s feet.