1 O land of rest, for thee I sigh!
When will the moment come
When I shall lay my armor by
And dwell in peace at home?
Chorus
We'll work till Jesus comes,
We'll work till Jesus comes,
We'll work till Jesus comes,
And we'll be gathered home.
2 To Jesus Christ I fled for rest;
He bade me cease to roam,
And lean for comfort on His breast
Till He conducts me home.
3 I sought at once my Savior's side,
No more my steps to roam:
With Him I'll brave death's chilling tide,
And reach my heavenly home.
