I am wait­ing in the mea­dows,
With a ri­ver flow­ing by
Flowing deep and strong and migh­ty,
Like God’s love—eter­nal­ly.
For the heal­ing of the na­tions,
There, the tree of life I see;
Ho! ye thirs­ty, come ye wound­ed:
’Tis for thee! ’Tis for thee!

I am wait­ing in the mea­dows,
Where the ri­ver qui­et flows,
And the flow­ers, sweet­ly bloom­ing,
Perfume ev­ery breeze that blows.
All life’s bat­tles now are over,
All the sad­ness, all the tears;
I’m vic­to­ri­ous in Christ Je­sus,
No more fears—no more fears.

I am wait­ing in the mea­dows
Where my guide has stayed my feet,
Till He come again to call me,
Then my joy will be com­plete.
Yes, He’ll call me, Up and follow!
There’s a man­sion now for thee.
It is rea­dy! It is rea­dy!
Come with me—come with Me.

I am wait­ing in the mea­dows
Till my Lord Him­self ap­pears,
And the bright­ness of the pre­sent
Veils the past, the fu­ture clears.
For the bright light of His glo­ry
Shines ahead, and so I see
What it is He hath pre­par­èd,
Just for me—just for me!

So I tar­ry in the mea­dows,
While the ri­ver flows along,
Tarry till I hear Him call­ing,
Till I hear the an­gel’s song,
Singing, Wel­come! wel­come! wel­come!
Here with­in the gates of gold,
Where great joys do now await thee,
Bliss un­told! Bliss un­told!