I shall see them again
In the light of the morn­ing,
When the night has passed by
With its tears and its mourn­ing,
Where the light of God’s love
Is the sun ev­er shin­ing,
In the land where the wea­ry ones rest.

I shall know them again
Though ten thou­sand sur­round them,
I shall hear their dear voice
’Midst the bless­èd ones round them,
And the love that was theirs
On the earth shall de­tect them,
In the land where the wea­ry ones rest.

’Twas their lives in the past
Helped to fill me with glad­ness,
And the fu­ture is Hea­ven,
The home with no sad­ness,
Where I see them to­day
Clad in bright robes of white­ness,
In the land where the wea­ry ones rest.

Would I wish for them back
From their bright home in Hea­ven?
No! in pa­tience I’ll wait
Till the veil shall be riv­en,
And the Sav­ior re­stores me
The friends He has giv­en,
In the land where the wea­ry ones rest.