Hymn 194 - 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?

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.

I sought at once my Saviour’s side,

No more my steps to roam:

With Him I’ll brave death’s chilling tide,

And reach my heav’nly home.

REFRAIN

We’ll work till Jesus comes,

We’ll work till Jesus comes,

We’ll work till Jesus comes,

And we’ll be gathered home.