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

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

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

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

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Yes, their pil­grim­age was short­er,
And their tri­umph soon­er won;
Oh, how lov­ing­ly they’ll greet me
When the toils of life are done.

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