Land Of Rest, For Thee I Sigh !
When Will The Moment Come
When I Shall Lay My Armour 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.

No Tranquil Joys On Earth I Know,
No Peaceful Sheltering Dome
This World’s A Wilderness Of Woe,
This World Is Not My Home.

To Jesus Christ I Fled For Rest
He Bade Me Cease To Roam,
And Lean For Succour On His Breast,
Till He Conduct Me Home.

I Sought At Once My Saviour’s Side
No More My Steps Shall Roam ;
With Him I’ll Brave Death’s Chilling Tide,
And Reach My Heavenly Home,