Weary hands will cease from labor,
Folded, they at rest will lie,
For we have a burden bearer,
And His coming draweth nigh.

Refrain
Yes, the weary night is passing,
Dawn is breaking in the sky;
We shall hail the glad tomorrow,
For His coming draweth nigh.

Sorrow will not last forever,
Tears not always dim the eye;
Jesus is our consolation,
And His coming draweth nigh. [Refrain]

Pain is not our lasting portion,
Balm descendeth from on high,
For we have a great Physician,
And His coming draweth nigh. [Refrain]

Death is not to be eternal,
Tho’ we all are doomed to die;
Jesus is the resurrection,
And His coming draweth nigh. [Refrain]