When Faint And Weary Toiling

When faint and weary toiling,
The sweat-drops on my brow,
I long to rest for labor,
To drop the burden now-
There comes a gentle chiding,
To quell each mourning sigh:
Work while the day is shining,
There’s resting by and by.

Resting by and by,
There’s resting by and by;
We shall not always labor,
We shall not always cry;
The end is drawing nearer,
The end for which we sigh;
We’ll lay our heavy burdens down,
There’s resting by and by.

This life to toil is given,
And he improves it best
Who seeks by patient labor
To enter into rest;
Then pilgrim, worn and weary,
Press on, the goal is nigh;
The prize is straight before thee,
There’s resting by and by. [Refrain]

Nor ask when overburdened,
You long for friendly aid,
Why idle stands my brother,
No yoke upon him laid?
The Master bids him tarry;
And dare you ask Him why?
Go labor in My vineyard,
There’s resting by and by. [Refrain]

Wan reaper in the harvest,
Let this thy strength sustain,
Each sheaf that fills the garner
Brings you eternal gain;
Then bear the cross with patience,
To fields of duty hie;
‘Tis sweet to work for Jesus-
There’s resting by and by. [Refrain]