| Song | O land of rest for thee I sigh |
| Album | Top Sacred Songs |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | Elizabeth King Mills |
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| Tags | O land of rest for thee I sigh |
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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?
We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes,
We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes,
We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes,
And We’ll Be Gathered Home.
No Tranquil Joys On Earth I Know,
No Peaceful Sheltering Dome;
This World’s A Wilderness Of Woe;
This World Is Not My Home.
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.
We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes,
We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes,
We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes,
And We’ll Be Gathered 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 Heav’nly Home.
We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes,
We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes,
We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes,
And We’ll Be Gathered Home.
