| Song | Waiting Till The Shadows |
| Album | Most Popular Gospel Songs – Letter W |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer | Frances Mace |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
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| Tags | Waiting Till The Shadows |
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| CCLI Song No |
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 Death Is Faded
From The Heart Once Full Of Day;
Till The Stars Of Heaven Are Breaking
Thro’ The Twilight Soft And Gray.
Only Waiting Till The Reapers
Have The Last Sheaf Gathered Home;
For The Summertime Has Faded
And The Autumn Winds Have Come.
Quickly, Reapers! Gather Quickly,
All The Ripe Hours Of My Heart;
For The Bloom Of Life Has 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 Savior Shall Restore,
All That Sin Has Caused To Wither;
Age And Sorrow Come No More.
