We'll Work Till Jesus Comes

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?

We'll work till Jesus comes,

We'll work till Jesus comes,

We'll work till Jesus comes,

And we'll be gathered home.

To Jesus Christ I fled for rest;

He bade me cease to roam,

And lean for comfort

on His breast

Till He conduct me home.

I sought at once my Savior's side;

No more my steps shall roam.

With Him I'll brave death's

chilling tide

And reach my heav'nly home.

Home