| Song | Only Waiting Till The Shadows |
| Album | Top Sacred Songs |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | Frances L. Mace |
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| Tags | Only Waiting Till The Shadows |
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Only Waiting Till The Shadows
Are A Little Longer Grown;
Only Waiting Till The Glimmer
Of The Day’s Last Beam Is Flown:
Till The Night Of Earth Has Faded
From The Heart Once Full Of Day;
Till The Stars Of Heaven Are Breaking
Through The Twilight Soft And Grey.
Only Waiting Till The Reapers
Have The Last Sheaf Gathered Home;
For The Summer Time Has Faded
And The Autumn Winds Have Come.
Quickly, Reapers! Gather Quickly,
All The Ripe Hours Of My Heart;
For The Bloom Of Life Is Withered,
And I Hasten To Depart.
Only Waiting Till The Angels
Open Wide The Pearly Gate,
At Whose Portals Long I’ve Lingered,
Weary, Poor, And Desolate:
Even Now I Hear Their Footsteps,
And Their Voices Far Away;
If They Call Me I Am Waiting,
Only Waiting To Obey.
Waiting For A Brighter Dwelling
Than I Ever Yet Have Seen,
Where The Tree Of Life Is Blooming,
And The Fields Are Ever Green:
Waiting For My Full Redemption,
When My Saviour Shall Restore
All That Sin Has Caused To Wither:
Pain And Sorrow Come No More.
Only Waiting, Till The Shadows
Are A Little Longer Grown;
Only Waiting, Till The Glimmer Of The Day’s Last Beam Is Flown.
Then, From Out The Gathered Darkness
Holy, Deathless Stars Shall Rise,
By Whose Light My Soul Shall Gladly
Tread Its Pathway To The Skies.
