When I Shall Cross Over The Dark Rolling Tide,
O What A Glad Meeting There’ll Be,
For Close By The Beautiful Pearly White Gate,
My Loved Ones Are Waiting For Me.

Waiting For Me, They’re Waiting For Me,
O What A Glad Meeting ‘Twill Be!
Waiting For Me, They’re Waiting For Me,
My Loved Ones Are Waiting For Me.

A Dear, Loving Mother Now Waits On That Shore,
To Clasp Me Again To Her Breast;
She Left This World Shouting The Praises Of God,
By Angels Was Carried To Rest.

Dear Father And Brothers And Kindred Have Gone,
To Dwell In That Country So Fair;
And While I Still Linger On Time’s Troubled Shore,
They’re Watching And Waiting Up There.

I Sometimes Get Weary And Long To Go Home,
But All Of My Work Is Not Done;
I’m Glad I Can Labor For Jesus, My Lord,
Till Sounds The Sweet Message, “Come Home.”