Waiting at the Door

I am wait­ing for the Mas­ter

Who will bid me rise and come

To the glo­ry of His pre­sence

To the glad­ness of His home.

They are watch­ing at the por­tal

They are wait­ing at the door;

Waiting on­ly for my com­ing

All the loved ones gone be­fore.

Many a wea­ry path I’ve tra­veled

In the dark­est storm and strife

Bearing ma­ny a hea­vy bur­den

Often strug­gling for my life.

Many friends that tra­veled with me

Reached that por­tal long ago;

One by one they left me bat­tling

With the dark and craf­ty foe.

Yes

their pil­grim­age was short­er

And their tri­umph soon­er won;

Oh

how lov­ing­ly they’ll greet me

When the toils of life are done.