I shall go to him…he shall not return to me.@2 Samuel 12:23

Paul M. Rus­sell, in The Voice of Joy, ed­it­ed by James Ro­se­crans (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: Fill­more Bro­thers, 1882), num­ber 82, alt.

James H. Ro­se­crans (🔊 pdf nwc).

portrait
James H. Rosecrans (1843–1926)

On that shore, on that bright golden shore,
Where the darkness of night is unknown;
Where the bright angels stand evermore,
Glory-crowned at the Father’s great throne;
They are waiting to welcome us there,
To the joys and eternal delight,
Of a home in that mansion so fair,
Where earth’s sorrows shall fade from our sight.

Refrain

They are waiting, they are waiting,
They are waiting to welcome us there.
They are waiting, they are waiting,
They are waiting to welcome us there.

By and by we shall rest in that land,
With the loved and the lost gone before;
By and by we will join that glad band,
And hosannas will sing evermore;
Heaven’s king in His beauty we’ll see,
And the wealth of that city unrolled,
And O what a glad day ’twill be,
When we stand in that city of gold.

Refrain

Every day we are nearing the shore,
All the sorrows of earth soon shall cease;
We will soon hear the dip of the oar,
Soon repose in that haven of peace;
O how happy are they who have gone
To that realm of eternity fair!
They are waiting, their pilgrimage done,
They are waiting to welcome us there.

Refrain