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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