I am waiting for the Master,
Who will bid me rise and come
To the glory of His presence,
To the gladness of His home.

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They are watching at the portal,
They are waiting at the door;
Waiting only for my coming,
All the loved ones gone before.

Many a weary path I’ve traveled,
In the darkest storm and strife,
Bearing many a heavy burden,
Often struggling for my life.

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Many friends that traveled with me,
Reached that portal long ago;
One by one they left me battling
With the dark and crafty foe.

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Yes, their pilgrimage was shorter,
And their triumph sooner won;
Oh, how lovingly they’ll greet me
When the toils of life are done.

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