O Chris­tian, toil on, work, work while ’tis day,
And soon a bright crown you will gain.
In the land of the blest the wea­ry shall rest
From la­bor, temp­ta­tion, and pain.

Refrain

There is rest over there, bless­èd rest ov­er there,
Sweet rest on that hea­ven­ly shore;
Yes, there’s rest ov­er there, sweet rest ov­er there,
Where sor­row will come ne­ver­more.

Though oft­en your heart is sad and op­pressed,
And wea­ry of toil you may be;
O, then think of that home where grief is un­known,
That Je­sus has pro­mised to thee.

Refrain

Yes, think of that home, of that hap­py home,
Its glo­ries have ne­ver been told;
O, your rest will be sweet, your joy be com­plete,
In yon­der bright ci­ty of gold.

Refrain