| Song | We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes |
| Album | Good Old Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Elizabeth K. Mills |
| Music | |
| Key | Meter: 8.6.8.6.6.6.6.6 |
| Tags | We’ll Work Till Jesus Comes |
| Theme(s) | |
| Scripture Reference(s) | John 9:4; Galatians 6:9 |
| CCLI Song No |
O Land Of Rest, For Thee I Sigh!
When Will The Moment Come
When I Shall Lay My Armour 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.
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.
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 Heavenly Home.
