When my lifework is ended, And the summons has come, When my voice there is blended With the blood-washed at home, In that happy reunion, Where they’re waiting for me, With my Lord in communion— Oh, what bliss that will be!
Refrain: Home, beautiful home, Free from sorrow and care; Loved ones beckon me come; Soon its glories I’ll share.
When my lifework is ended, When my toiling is past, When the Lord has descended, I shall see Him at last; I’ll regret not my suff’ring, Nor my sorrow and care, When I rise to the glory That awaits over there.
When my lifework is ended, When its duties are done, To that clime, oh, how splendid! Where all hearts flow in one; When the past is forgotten, When the earth is no more, When our trials are over, We shall fly to that shore.
When my lifework is ended, I shall leave all behind; With the righteous ascended, Oh, what wealth I shall find In those bright realms of glory, Where forever I’ll dwell, With my Jesus and loved ones, Where we’ll sing, “All is well.”