I know that my Re­deem­er lives,
And has pre­pared a place for me,
And crowns of vic­to­ry He gives
To those who would His child­ren be.

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Then ask me not to lin­ger long
Amid the gay and thought­less throng,
For I am on­ly wait­ing here
To hear the sum­mons: Child, come home;
For I am on­ly wait­ing here
To hear the sum­mons: Child, come home!

I’m trust­ing Je­sus Christ for all;
I know His blood now speaks for me;
I’m list­en­ing for the wel­come call,
To say: The Mas­ter wait­eth thee!

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I’m now en­rap­tured with the thought,
I stand and won­der at His love—
That He from Heav’n to earth was brought,
To die, that I may live above.

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I know that Je­sus soon will come,
I know the time will not be long,
’Till I shall reach my hea­ven­ly home,
And join the ev­er­last­ing song.

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