1 I am waiting by the river,
And my heart has waited long;
Now I think I hear the chorus
Of the angel's welcome song:
Oh, I see the dawn is breaking
On the hilltops of the blest,
"Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest."

2 Far away beyond the shadows,
Of this weary vale of tears;
There the tide of bliss is sweeping
Through the bright and changeless years.
Oh, I long to be with Jesus,
In the mansions of the blest,
"Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary are at rest."

3 They are launching on the river,
From the calm and quiet shore,
And they soon will bear my spirit,
Where the weary sigh no more;
For the tide is swiftly flowing,
And I long to greet the blest,
"Where the wicked cease from troubling.
And the weary are at rest.