Waiting by the River (Cushing)

I am wait­ing by the riv­er

And my heart has wait­ed long;

Now I think I hear the chor­us

Of the an­gels’ wel­come song;

Oh! I see the dawn is break­ing

On the hill­tops of the blest

Where the wick­ed cease from troub­ling

And the wea­ry be at rest.

Far away beyond the sha­dows

Of this wea­ry vale of tears

There the tide of bliss is sweep­ing

Thro’ the bright and change­less years;

Oh! I long to be with Je­sus

In the man­sions of the blest

Where the wick­ed cease from troub­ling

And the wea­ry be at rest.

They are launch­ing on the riv­er

From the calm and qui­et shore

And they soon will bear my spir­it

Where the wea­ry sigh no more.

For the tide is swift­ly flow­ing

And I long to greet the blest

Where the wick­ed cease from troub­ling

And the weary be at rest.