1 Waiting for His coming, toiling as I wait;
But a humble worker, in His vast estate;
Yet my single talent must not idle lie,
He will ask the increase of me by and by.

Refrain:
Waiting for the coming of the King of kings!
Be it soon or late, I’m working as I wait;
How my heart rejoices, of His glory sings,
Waiting for the King of kings.

2 Tho’ my lot be weary—toiling since the spring,
Yet a time of resting cometh with my king;
Now the whitened harvest waits the willing hand,
And the call for reapers soundeth through the land. [Refrain]

3 Toiling in the morning, ’neath the sun-bright ray;
Toiling still when evening draws his curtains gray;
Yet though often troubled—weary of earth’s guile,
All will be forgotten, when I see His smile. [Refrain]