1 I am waiting for the Master,
Who will rise and bid me come
To the glory of His presence,
To the gladness of His home.

Chorus:
They are watching at the portal,
They are waiting at the door;
Waiting only for my coming,
All the loved ones gone before.

2 Many a weary path I've traveled
In the darkest storm and strife,
Bearing many a heavy burden,
Often struggling for my life. [Chorus]

3 Many friends have traveled with me,
Reached that portal long ago;
One by one they left me battling
With the dark and crafty foe. [Chorus]

4 Yes, their pilgrimage was shorter,
And their triumphs sooner won;
Oh, how lovingly they'll greet me
When the toils of life are done. [Chorus]