Resting By and By

Verse 1

When faint and weary toiling, The sweat-drops on my brow I long to rest from labor, To drop the burden now, There comes a gentle chiding, To quell each mourning sigh: "Work while the day is shining; There's resting by-and-by."

Chorus

Resting by and by, There's resting by-and-by; We shall not always labor, We shall not always cry; The end is drawing nearer, The end for which we sigh; We'll lay our heavy burdens down; There's resting by-and-by.

Verse 2

This life to toil is given, And he improves it best Who seeks by patient labor To enter into rest; Then, pilgrim, worn and weary, Press on, the goal is nigh; The prize is straight before thee; There's resting by-and by.

Verse 3

Nor ask when, overburdened, You long for friendly aid, "Why idle stands my brother, No yoke upon him laid?" The Master bids him tarry, And dare you ask him why? "Go labor in my vineyard, There's resting by-and-by."

Verse 4

Wan reaper in the harvest, Let this thy strength sustain, Each sheaf that fills the garner Brings you eternal gain; Then bear the cross with patience, To fields of duty hie; 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus; There's resting by-and-by.