O Chris­tian, toil on, work, work while ’tis day,
And soon a bright crown you will gain.
In the land of the blest the weary shall rest
From labor, temptation, and pain.

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There is rest over there, blessèd rest over there,
Sweet rest on that heavenly shore;
Yes, there’s rest over there, sweet rest over there,
Where sorrow will come nevermore.

Though often your heart is sad and oppressed,
And weary of toil you may be;
O, then think of that home where grief is unknown,
That Je­sus has promised to thee.

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Yes, think of that home, of that happy home,
Its glories have ne­ver been told;
O, your rest will be sweet, your joy be complete,
In yonder bright city of gold.

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