Oh 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 will 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. - Elizabeth Mills