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I am sit­ting at the por­tal

With the sap­phire gates ajar

Where the eyes of hope im­mor­tal

Catch the gleam­ing world afar.

I’m sit­ting

I’m sit­ting at the por­tal

I’m sit­ting

I’m sit­ting

I’m sit­ting at the por­tal.

I am long­ing for that mu­sic

Stealing thro’ the op­en door

And my wea­ry heart grows home­sick

For that land where sin’s no more.

I’m long­ing

I’m long­ing at the por­tal

I’m long­ing

I’m long­ing

I’m long­ing at the por­tal.

I am wait­ing for those loved ones

Who are with the an­gel throng

To come and bid me wel­come;

But their com­ing seems so long.

I’m wait­ing

I’m wait­ing at the por­tal

I’m wait­ing

I’m wait­ing

I’m wait­ing at the por­tal.

I am hop­ing that the Mas­ter

When my hour is ful­ly come

Will give my soul a wel­come

With the words

’Tis done—well done!

I’m hop­ing

I’m hop­ing at the por­tal

I’m hop­ing

I’m hop­ing

I’m hop­ing at the por­tal.