Waiting for the King (Servoss)

Waiting for His com­ing

toil­ing as I wait;

But a hum­ble work­er

in His vast es­tate;

Yet my sin­gle tal­ent must not idle lie

He will ask the in­crease of me by and by.

Waiting for the com­ing of the King of kings!

Be it soon or late

I’m work­ing as I wait;

How my heart re­joic­es

of His glo­ry sings

Waiting for the King of kings.

Tho’ my lot be wea­ry—toil­ing since the spring

Yet a time of rest­ing com­eth with my king;

Now the whit­ened har­vest waits the will­ing hand

And the call for reap­ers sound­eth through the land.

Toiling in the morn­ing

’neath the sun-bright ray;

Toiling still when ev­en­ing draws his cur­tains gray;

Yet though oft­en trou­bled—wea­ry of earth’s guile

All will be for­got­ten

when I see His smile.