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