O Land Of Rest For Thee I Sigh


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?

Chorus:
We’ll work (We’ll work) till Jesus comes,
We’ll work (We’ll work) till Jesus comes,

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.

Chorus:
We’ll work (We’ll work) till Jesus comes,
And we’ll be gathered home