html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }"Only waiting 'till the shadows
Are a little longer grown,"
'Till the early twilight deepens,
And the din of day is gone;
'Till the stars in silver beauty
Gaily deck the brow of night,
And the young moon proudly rising
Sheds o'er earth her radiant light,
"Only waiting" for my darling
Who will come at eventide,
To renew the vows he "fondly
Made to me, his promised bride.
"Only waiting 'till the shadows
Are a little longer grown,"
'Till life's twilight slowly fadeth,
And life's weary work is done;
'Till my Saviour being ready
Bids me rise with Him to dwell,
Where I may with saints and angels
My Redeemer's praises swell.
"Only waiting" 'till the loved ones
Who have gone in years before,
Beckon me to join their number
Over on the other shore.
December 10, 1867.