O land of rest, for thee I sigh

November 24

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?

To Jesus Christ I fled for rest;
He bade me cease to roam,
And lean for succor on His breast
Till He conduct me home.

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 heavn’ly home.

Chorus
We’ll work till Jesus comes,
We’ll work ill Jesus comes;
We’ll work till Jesus comes,
And we’ll be gathered home.
     Elizabeth Mills