Waiting and Watching for Me

When my fi­nal fare­well to the world I have said

[originally

When mys­te­ri­ous whis­pers are float­ing about]

And glad­ly lie down to my rest;

When soft­ly the watch­ers shall say

He is dead

And fold my pale hands o’er my breast;

And when

with my glo­ri­fied vi­sion at last

The walls of That Ci­ty I see

Will any one then at the beau­ti­ful gate

Be wait­ing and watch­ing for me?

Will any one then at the beau­ti­ful gate

Be wait­ing and watch­ing for me?

Be wait­ing and watch­ing

Be wait­ing and watch­ing for me?

Be wait­ing and watch­ing

Be wait­ing and watch­ing for me?

There are lit­tle ones glanc­ing about in my path

In want of a friend and a guide;

There are dear lit­tle eyes look­ing up in­to mine

Whose tears might be ea­si­ly dried.

But Je­sus may beck­on the child­ren away

In the midst of their grief and their glee—

Will any of them

at the beau­ti­ful gate

Be wait­ing and watch­ing for me?

Will any of them

at the beau­ti­ful gate

Be wait­ing and watch­ing for me?

There are old and for­sak­en who lin­ger awhile

In homes which their dear­est have left;

And a few gen­tle words or an act­ion of love

May cheer their sad spir­its be­reft.

But the Reap­er is near to the long stand­ing corn;

The wea­ry will soon be set free.

Will any of them

at the beau­ti­ful gate

Be wait­ing and watch­ing for me?

Will any of them

at the beau­ti­ful gate

Be wait­ing and watch­ing for me?

Oh

should I be brought there by the boun­ti­ful grace

Of Him who de­lights to for­give

Though I bless not the wea­ry about in my path

Pray on­ly for self while I live

Methinks I should mourn o’er my sin­ful ne­glect

If sor­row in Heav­en can be

Should no one I love

at the beau­ti­ful gate

Be wait­ing and watch­ing for me!

Should no one I love

at the beau­ti­ful gate

Be wait­ing and watch­ing for me!