Someday we will hear the heavenly choir sing With the loud triumphant anthems ring It will be the day the fight and battle is won And we will look upon the face of God's dear son
All the wounded soldiers will be in a safe haven at last Their wounds all bound up and Satan be an outcast No more need for healing, no more burdens to bear We will be forever set free when we get over there
May we keep our eyes on Jesus and look towards the finish line And occupy til he comes, then at his feet we'll sit and dine It will be so wonderful to have perfect peace and rest To be safe in the arms of Jesus and be eternally blest
Our works will follow after us, so let us labor for what will last Help us not give up and quit, but to stay in the race stedfast We will never be sorry for one moment of labor spent for his name But regret all the countless hours that were wasted away in vain
Rev 14:13 And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them.