1 Weary hands will cease from labor,
Folded, they at rest will lie,
For we have a burden bearer,
And his coming draweth nigh.
Chorus:
Yes, the weary night is passing,
Dawn is breaking in the sky;
We shall hail the glad tomorrow,
For his coming draweth nigh.
2 Sorrow will not last forever,
Tears not always dim the eye;
Jesus is our consolation,
And his coming draweth nigh. [Chorus]
3 Pain is not our lasting portion,
Balm descendeth from on high,
For we have a great Physician,
And his coming draweth nigh. [Chorus]
4 Death is not to be eternal,
Tho' we all are doomed to die;
Jesus is the resurrection,
And his coming draweth nigh. [Chorus]
Source: Light in the Valley: a new work of great merit for the Sunday school, revivals, Christian Endeavor, Epworth League, young people's society, and all forward movement along the line of battle... #43