We'll Wait Till Jesus Comes
Elizabeth Mills
O 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 wait till Jesus comes,
We'll wait till Jesus comes;
We'll wait till Jesus comes,
And we'll be gathered home.
To Jesus Christ I fled for rest;
He bade me cease to roam,
And lean for succor on His breast
Till He conducts me home.
We'll wait till Jesus comes,
We'll wait till Jesus comes;
We'll wait till Jesus comes,
And we'll be gathered home.
We'll wait till Jesus comes,
And we'll be gathered home.
I sought at once my Savior's side,
No more my steps shall roam:
With Him I'll brave death's chilling tide,
And reach my heav'nly home.
We'll wait till Jesus comes,
We'll wait till Jesus comes;
We'll wait till Jesus comes,
And we'll be gathered home.