As long as it is day, we must do the work of Him who sent Me. Night is coming, when no one can work.
John 9:4
Words: Elizabeth K. Mills (1805–1829).
Music: William Miller, 19th Century (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good picture of Mills or Miller (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
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?
Refrain
We’ll work till Jesus comes,
We’ll work till Jesus comes,
We’ll work till Jesus comes,
And we’ll be gathered home.
To Jesus Christ I fled for rest;
He bade me cease to roam,
And lean for comfort on His breast
Till He conduct me home.
Refrain
I sought at once my Savior’s side;
No more my steps shall roam.
With Him I’ll brave death’s chilling tide
And reach my heav’nly home.
Refrain