CH1941, Hymn #247

Verse 1
Toil on a little longer here,
For thy reward awaits above,
Nor droop in sadness or in fear
Beneath the rod that's sent in love;
The deeper wound our spirits feel,
The sweeter heaven's balm to heal.

Verse 2
Faith lifts the veil before our eyes,
And bids us view a happier clime,
Where verdant fields in beauty rise,
Beyond the withering blasts of time;
And brings the blissful moment near,
When we in glory shall appear.

Verse 3
What glory then shall fill the soul,
When parted friends again shall meet,
Beyond the reach of death's control,
And cast their crowns at Jesus' feet;
His matchless love and grace adore,
And never taste of sorrow more.

Verse 4
Then let us hope; 'tis not in vain;
Though moistened by our grief the soil,
The harvest brings us joy for pain,
The rest repays the weary toil;
For they shall reap who sow in tears,
Rich gladness through eternal years.