Life is oft beset with sorrows
Trials come on every hand;
Fain would careworn pilgrims borrow
Pleasures from the glory land;
But we bide our time with patience
Waiting till our Lord shall come
Waiting till the Master bids us
Enter our eternal home.
Are we ready? Are we ready?
Will we hear the welcome voice
Bid us enter into glory
And with ransomed souls rejoice?
Oft we stumble by the wayside
When temptations spread around;
Thus to lure us from our duty
Satan seeks to drag us down;
But like serpent-bitten Israel
We can lift our trusting eyes
To the cross of our Redeemer
And our home beyond the skies.
Yes
we’ll bide our time with patience
Battling with the hosts of sin;
If we’re faithful to the Master
He will bid us enter in;
When we’ve passed the pearly gateway
When we’ve reached the glory land
Pain and tears will all be banished
By the loving Father’s hand.
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