When the Toils of Life Are Over

When the toils of life are ov­er

And we lay our ar­mor down

And we bid fare­well to earth with all its cares

We shall meet and greet our loved ones

And our Christ we then shall crown

In the new Je­ru­sa­lem.

There’ll be sing­ing

there’ll be shout­ing

When the saints come march­ing home

In Je­ru­sa­lem

in Je­ru­sa­lem

Waving palms with loud ho­san­nas

As the King shall take His throne

In the new Je­ru­sa­lem.

Though the way is some­times lone­ly

He will hold me with His hand

Through the test­ings and the tri­als I must go.

But I’ll trust and glad­ly fol­low

For some­time I’ll un­der­stand

In the new Je­ru­sa­lem.

When the last good­bye is spok­en

And the tear stains wiped away

And our eyes shall catch a glimpse of glo­ry fair

Then with bound­ing hearts we’ll meet Him

Who hath washed our sins away

In the new Je­ru­sa­lem.

When we join the ran­somed ar­my

In the sum­mer land above

And the face of our dear Sav­ior we be­hold

We will sing and shout for­ev­er

And we’ll grow in per­fect love

In the new Je­ru­sa­lem.