1 There’s a boat that waits for me,
Moored beside a sunny shore;
It will bear me ’cross the sea,
When the boatman plies his oar.

Refrain:
When the boatman plies the oar,
When the boatman plies the oar,
When the bark glides o’er the sea,
When I reach the golden strand,
When I reach the golden strand,
Christ will wait to welcome me.

2 There’s a crown that waits for me,
In that kingdom vast and grand;
There’s a seat reserved for me,
Over there at God’s right hand. [Refrain]

3 There’s a harp that waits for me,
Strung by hands divinely fair;
Oh, the glories I shall see!
Oh, the blessings I shall share! [Refrain]