I know that my Redeemer lives,
That He’s prepared a home for me,
And crowns of victory He gives
To those who would His children be.
Refrain
Then ask me not to mingle on
Amid the gay and thoughtless throng,
For I am only waiting here
To hear the summons, “Child, come home”;
For I am only waiting here
To hear the summons, “Child, come home.”
I’m trusting Jesus Christ for all;
I know His blood atones for me;
I’m list’ning for the welcome call,
To say, “The Master waiteth thee.”
And now, bewildered at the thought,
I stand and wonder at His love,
How He from heav’n to earth was brought
To die, that I might live above.
I know that soon my Lord will come;
I know He will not tarry long;
I know He soon will call me home
To sing with joy the heav’nly song.