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

2 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]

3 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]