Scripture Verse

…carried by the angels. Luke 16:22


Words & Mu­sic: James D. Vaugh­an, 1904 (🔊 pdf nwc).

James D. Vaughan


When I shall cross over the dark roll­ing tide,
O what a glad meeting there’ll be,
For close by the beautiful pearly white gate,
My loved ones are wait­ing for me.


Waiting for me, they’re wait­ing for me,
O what a glad meeting ’twill be!
Waiting for me, they’re wait­ing for me,
My loved ones are waiting for me.

A dear, loving mother now waits on that shore,
To clasp me again to her breast;
She left this world shouting the prais­es of God,
By angels was carried to rest.


Dear father and brothers and kin­dred have gone,
To dwell in that country so fair;
And while I still linger on time’s trou­bled shore,
They’re watching and waiting up there.


I sometimes get weary and long to go home,
But all of my work is not done;
I’m glad I can labor for Je­sus, my Lord,
Till sounds the sweet mes­sage, Come home.