There’s a welcome blest that my soul shall hear;
It is waiting there for me!
From the loving lips of the Savior dear!
It is waiting there for me!

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I shall go, some time, to that beauteous clime,
And a dweller there shall be;
And shall there possess all the blessedness
That is waiting there for me!

There’s a greeting glad from the sainted host;
It is waiting there for me!
Who are safely housed, though they once were lost!
It is waiting there for me!

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There’s a building fair in the promised land!
It is waiting there for me!
’Tis my Father’s house, where the white-robed stand;
It is waiting there for me!

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There’s a fount of joy where the pilgrims drink;
It is waiting there for me!
Who have anchored safe at the river’s brink;
It is waiting there for me!

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