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.