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 Savior's side,
No more my steps to roam:
With Him, I'll brave death's chilling tide,
And reach my heav'nly home.