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.