We are waiting for the Mas­ter
To call us home;
We are long­ing for the man­sions above;
Where the bless­èd Sav­ior waits
For His child­ren’s com­ing,
To as­sign to them the ci­ty of love.

Quartet

Where our wea­ry souls shall rest, sweet­ly rest,
Lovingly on Je­sus’ breast, gen­tle breast.

Full Chorus

O we long to reach the shore,
Where our sor­rows shall be o’er,
And our hap­pi­ness shall be com­plete.

O our hearts are full of care
While on earth we dwell,
But there’s rap­ture, joy and glad­ness above.
When our wea­ry march is end­ed,
We’ll en­ter man­sions
Jesus gives us in the ci­ty of love.

Quartet

There no more our steps shall roam, sad­ly roam,
But with Je­sus be at home, bless­èd home.

Full Chorus

Here our way is oft made sad
By the fruits of sin,
But we turn our tear­ful eyes far above;
Then our hearts are all aglow
With the joys ce­les­ti­al
Waiting for us in the ci­ty of love.

Quartet

God will wipe away each tear, blind­ing tear,
And will take away all fear, ev­ery fear.

Full Chorus