To Awake In His Likeness

They are gathering fast on the other side

The friends that I have loved so long

The river of death may be deep and wide

But the Savior’s arms are strong

He is bearing them safe to the tranquil shore

They will never return to me any more

But perhaps they are watching for me

 

Maybe they’re reaching out welcoming hands

To a home-sick world weary one

Maybe they’re counting my life’s last sands

Knowing them nearly run

Maybe they wait by the open gate

As the meeting time draws near

Loving and eager to welcome me home

Just as they used to be here

 

My faith is strong, but the days are long

That bind me still to earth

And my service is wavering and weak at best

And seemeth of little worth

But the cross I take for His dear sake

Who suffered and wept and died

And when in His likeness I awake

I shall be satisfied.