GRH 542 We'll Work till Jesus Comes

(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?
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 succor on His breast
Till he conducts me 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.

(3)
I sought at once my Saviour’s side,
No more my steps to roam:
With Him I’ll brace death’s chilling tide,
And reach my heav’nly 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.