When my final farewell to the world I have said
And gladly lie down to my rest
When softly the watchers shall say, "He is dead"
And fold my pale heands o'er my breast
And when, with my glorified vision at last
The walls of "that City" I see,
Will any one then at the beautiful gate
Be waiting and watching for me?
Will any one then at the beautiful gate
Be waiting and watching for me?

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Be waiting and watching,
Be waiting and watching for me?
Be waiting and watching,
Be waiting and watching for me?

There are little ones glancing about in my path,
In want of a friend and a guide
There are dear little eyes looking up into mine
Whose tears might be easily dried.
But Jesus may beckon the children away
In the midst of their grief and their glee
Will any of them at the beautiful gate
Be waiting and watching for me?
Will any of them at the beautiful gate
Be waiting and watching for me?

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There are old and forsaken who linger awhile
In homes which their dearest have left
And a few gentle words or an action of love
May cheeir their sad spirits bereft.
But the reaper is near to the long standing corn
The weary will soon be set free
Will any of them at the beautiful gate
Be waiting and watching for me?
Will any of them at the beautiful gate
Be waiting and watching for me?

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Oh, should I be brought there by the beautiful grace
Of him who delights to forgive
Though I bless not the weary about in my path
Pray only for self while I live
Methinks I should ourn o'er my sinful neglect
If sorrow in heaven can be,
Should no one I love, at the beautiful gate
Be waiting and watching for me.
Should no one I love, at the beautiful gate
Be waiting and watching for me.

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