Solo
I am waiting
only waiting
I am waiting every day
For my passport to that country
Where the pure and holy stay;
Duet
Where the air is always balmy
And the sky is always clear
And from myriad harps and voices
Music falls upon the ear.
Waiting! waiting! waiting every day
For my passport to that country
Where the pure and holy stay.
Life has brought me much of sorrow
Weary toil
and heavy loss
And my feet oft slipped and faltered
While I bore sin’s heavy cross;
But I found the Rock of Ages
All my hopes on Him I cast
And He proves a sure foundation
That upholds me to the last.
Now my pilgrimage is ended
All my labor is complete
Fast the sands of time are slipping
From beneath my feeble feet;
But with calm and trustful spirit
And a heart aglow with love
I am waiting for my passport
To that better world above.
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