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No. 158 I am Waiting, Dear Jesus, for Thee

Verse 1:
I am waiting for Jesus to welcome me home,
To the place He has gone to prepare,
To the mansion of light and the robe, pure and white,
To the harp and the crown for me there.
Waiting, waiting, I am waiting, dear Jesus for Thee;
Waiting, dear Jesus, yes , waiting for Thee.

Verse 2:
How I long to be roaming the blest fields of light,
With the dear, loving children of light;
And to sing the sweet song as we’re marching along,
Of redemption thro’ Jesus’ might.
Waiting, waiting, I am waiting, dear Jesus for Thee;
Waiting, dear Jesus, yes , waiting for Thee.

Verse 3:
Many loved ones have I in that beautiful land,
They are watching and waiting for me;
And they beckon me o’er to that bright happy shore,
There the beauties of heaven to see.
Ever, longing, all the beauties of heaven to see.
Ever I’m longing, dear Jesus, I’m longing heaven to see.

Verse 4:
Roll along, then, sweet moments, and bear me away
To my beautiful home in the sky,
To the land of the blest, where I sweetly shall rest
In the palace of Jesus on high.
Ever, longing, all the beauties of heaven to see.
Ever I’m longing, dear Jesus, I’m longing heaven to see.

J.G./Joseph Garrison

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The Old House at Home

“Gay” is used here in its original meaning, “happy” or “cheerful”. “Jessamine” is an older spelling of “jasmine”.

Verse 1:
Oh, the old house at home, where my forefathers dwelt,
Where a child, at the feet of my mother I knelt;
Where she taught me the prayer, where she read me the page,
Which if infancy lisps, is the solace of age;
My heart ‘mid all changes, wherever I roam,
Ne’er loses its love for the old house at home.

Refrain:
The old house at home, the old house at home;
My heart never changes for the old house at home.

Verse 2:
‘Twas not for its splendor that dwelling was dear,
‘Twas not that the gay and the noble were near;
O’er the porch the wild rose and the woodbine entwin’d,
And the sweet-scented jassamine waved in the wind;
But dearer to me than proud turret or dome,
Were the halls of my fathers, the old house at home.

Verse 3:
But now the old house is no dwelling for me,
The home of the stranger henceforth it must be;
And ne’er shall I view it, or rove as a guest,
O’er the evergreen fields which my fathers possessed;
Yet still in my slumbers sweet visions will come,
Of the days that I passed at that old house at home.

I.B. Woodbury

I’m almost Home

Verse 1:
I’m almost home! My pilgrim feet
Have trod the desert’s weary road,
But soon they’ll walk the golden street,
Within the Paradise of God.

Refrain:
I’m almost home! I’m almost home!
I soon shall reach my long-sought rest.
I’m almost home! Oh, glorious home!
A home forever with the blest.

Verse 2:
I’m almost home! These flowing tears
Will soon be dried and cease to start
And I shall enter into life,
And feel the tempter’s power no more.

Verse 3:
I’m almost home! The toilsome strife,
The conflict here will soon be o’er,
And greet the friends my heart holds dear,
Who watch and wait for me to come.

Verse 4:
I’m almost home! The rolling wave
Of Jordan’s stream will soon be past–
I’ll sing the power of Christ to save,
And shout, “I’m home! I’m home at last!”

John Scott, D.D./G. Waring Stebbins