When Earth’s Labors Are O’er

When earth’s la­bors are o’er

And I rest on the shore

Of that land where no storms ev­er beat

I shall see

face to face

Him who saved me by grace

And the saints of all ag­es shall greet.

O the joy I shall know

O the joy I shall know

When the face of my Sav­ior I see;

When He wel­comes me home

’Neath His fair pal­ace dome

O how sweet will His words be to me!

There no sha­dows can fall

And no death e’er ap­pall

For the Lord is the light and the life;

By His glo­ry so bright

Shall be ban­ished the night

And the peace which He gives ends all strife.

I shall join in the psalm

To the glo­ri­fied Lamb

For sal­va­tion so full and so free;

All my fears will be past;

I’ll be safe home at last

Evermore with the Lord there to be.