1 On the other shore they’re waiting,
’Till the last believer comes;
In expectancy they’re waiting,
In their bright celestial homes.
They are waiting—yes, they’re waiting,
In their bright celestial homes.
In expectancy they’re waiting,
In their bright celestial homes.

2 Waiting thro’ the dim long ages,
With increasing joy and love,
Holy prophets, Christian sages,
In their blessèd homes above.
They are waiting—yes, they’re waiting,
In their bright celestial homes.
Holy prophets, Christian sages,
In their blessèd homes above.

3 Waiting for the new creation,
And the coronation day,
For the final consummation,
And the universal sway.
They are waiting—yes, they’re waiting,
In their bright celestial homes,
For the final consummation,
And the universal sway.

4 O, what rapture—O, what singing!
When these blissful spirits meet,
As most tenderly they’re clinging,
To the dear Redeemer’s feet.
They are waiting—yes, they’re waiting,
In their bright celestial homes,
As most tenderly they’re clinging,
To the dear Redeemer’s feet.