When My Final Farewell To The World I Ha


When my final farewell to the world I have said,
And gladly lie down to my rest;
When softly the watchers shall say “He is dead,”
And fold my pale hands o’er my breast;
And when, with my glorified vision, at last
The walls of “That City” I see,
Will any one then at the beautiful gate,
Be waiting and watching for me?

Be waiting and watching, be waiting for me;
Be waiting and watching, be watching for me;
Will any one then at the beautiful gate,
Be waiting and watching for me?

There are little ones glancing about in my path,
In want of a friend and a guide;
There are dear little eyes looking up into mine,
Whose tears might be easily dried;
But Jesus may beckon the children away
In the midst of their grief and their glee-
Will any one then at the beautiful gate,
Be waiting and watching for me?

Be waiting and watching, be waiting for me;
Be waiting and watching, be watching for me;
Will any one then at the beautiful gate,
Be waiting and watching for me?

There are old and forsaken who linger awhile
In homes which their dearest have left;
And a few gentle words or an action of love
May cheer their sad spirits bereft;
But the Reaper is near to the long-standing corn,
The weary will soon be set free-
Will any one then at the beautiful gate,
Be waiting and watching for me?

Be waiting and watching, be waiting for me;
Be waiting and watching, be watching for me;
Will any one then at the beautiful gate,
Be waiting and watching for me?

O should I be brought there by the bountiful grace
Of him who delights to forgive;
Though I bless not the weary about in my path,
Pray only for self while I live,-
Methinks I should mourn o’er my sinful neglect,
If sorrow in heaven could be,
Should no one I love at the beautiful gate,
Be waiting and watching for me.

Be waiting and watching, be waiting for me;
Be waiting and watching, be watching for me;
Should no one I love at the beautiful gate,
Be waiting and watching for me.