I’m kneeling at the threshold,
So weary, faint, and sore,
Waiting for the dawning,
The opening of the door;
I’m waiting till the Master
Shall bid me rise and come
To His all glorious presence,
The gladness of His home.

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Kneeling at the threshold,
Weary, faint and sore;
Kneeling at the threshold,
My hand is at the door.

A weary path I’ve traveled,
’Mid darkness, storm and strife;
Bearing many a burden,
And struggling for my life;
But now the morn is breaking,
My toil will soon be o’er;
I’m kneeling at the threshold,
My hand is on the door.

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Methinks I hear the voices
Of loved ones as they stand,
Singing in the sunshine,
In that fair sinless land:
Oh, would that I were with them,
Amid their shining throng,
And mingling in their worship,
And joining in their song!

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The friends that started with me
Have entered long ago;
One by one they left me
Still struggling with the foe;
Their pilgrimage was shorter,
Their triumph surer won,
How lovingly they’ll hail me,
When all my toil is done.

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With them the blessèd angels,
That know no grief or sin,
Standing by the portals,
Prepared to let me in;
O Lord, I wait Thy pleasure—
Thy time and way are best;
But I’m all worn and weary;
O Father, bid me rest!

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