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 j
And we'll be gathered home.
2 No tranquil joys on earth I know,
No peaceful sheltering dome ;
This world's a wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home.
3 To Jesus Christ I fled for rest :
He bade me cease to roam,
And lean for succour on His breast,
Till He conduct me home.
4 I sought at once my Saviour's side :
No more my steps shall roam ;
With Him I'll brave death's chilling tide,
And reach my heavenly home,