Waiting to Welcome Us There

On that shore

on that bright gold­en shore

Where the dark­ness of night is un­known;

Where the bright an­gels stand ev­er­more

Glory-crowned at the Fa­ther’s great throne;

They are wait­ing to wel­come us there

To the joys and eter­nal de­light

Of a home in that man­sion so fair

Where earth’s sor­rows shall fade from our sight.

They are wait­ing

they are wait­ing

They are wait­ing to wel­come us there.

They are wait­ing

they are wait­ing

They are wait­ing to wel­come us there.

By and by we shall rest in that land

With the loved and the lost gone be­fore;

By and by we will join that glad band

And ho­san­nas will sing ev­er­more;

Heaven’s king in His beau­ty we’ll see

And the wealth of that city un­rolled

And O what a glad day ’twill be

When we stand in that ci­ty of gold.

Every day we are near­ing the shore

All the sor­rows of earth soon shall cease;

We will soon hear the dip of the oar

Soon re­pose in that hav­en of peace;

O how hap­py are they who have gone

To that realm of eter­ni­ty fair!

They are wait­ing

their pil­grim­age done

They are wait­ing to wel­come us there.