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
To Jesus Christ I led to rest
He bade me cease to roam
And lean for succor 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