Waiting for Me (Adkins)

There’s a boat that waits for me

Moored be­side a sun­ny shore;

It will bear me ’cross the sea

When the boat­man plies his oar.

When the boat­man plies the oar

When the boat­man plies the oar

When the bark glides o’er the sea

When I reach the gold­en strand

When I reach the gold­en strand

Christ will wait to wel­come me.

There’s a crown that waits for me

In that king­dom vast and grand;

There’s a seat re­served for me

Over there at God’s right hand.

There’s a harp that waits for me

Strung by hands di­vine­ly fair;

Oh

the glo­ries I shall see!

Oh

the bless­ings I shall share!