
I am waiting for the morning Of the blessèd day to dawn, When the sorrow and the sadness Of this changeful life are gone. I am waiting, only waiting, Till this weary life is o’er; Only waiting for my welcome, From my Savior on the other shore. I am waiting, worn and weary With the battle and the strife, Hoping when the warfare’s over To receive a crown of life. Waiting, hoping, trusting ever, For a home of boundless love; Like a pilgrim, looking forward To the land of bliss above. Hoping soon to meet the loved ones Where the “many mansions” be; List’ning for the happy welcome Of my Savior calling me.