1 When our work is ended, we shall sweetly rest,
'Mid the sainted spirits, safe on Jesus' breast;
All our trials over, we shall gladly sing,
Grave! where is thy vict'ry? Death, where is thy sting?

Chorus:
Tho' the dark waves roll high, we will be undismayed,
"Let us pass over the river,
And rest under the shade, rest under the shade,
Rest under the shade of the trees."

2 Earth hath many sorrows, but they cannot last,
And our greatest troubles quickly will be past;
If we look to Jesus He will give us strength;
By His grace we shall be conquerors at length. [Chorus]

3 When the storm is over, sweet will be the calm,
After life's long battle, bright the victor's palm:
And the cross of anguish which now weighs us down,
We'll exchange in heaven for a shining crown. [Chorus]