Where the angels all were listening, a name was lifted up
By a soldier of the cross who prayed for one they loved so much
And when that soul had found salvation, when that name was written down
That one who prayed, I believe, received a jewel upon their crown
(But)They can't receive their reward until all God's children make it home
Their work goes on
For all the seeds they have sown, some have yet to be full-grown
Though the workers hands are gone, still their work goes on and on and on and on
They can't receive their reward until all God's children make it home
She was crying at her bedside, where a mother knelt to pray
She was calling out to heaven that her children would be saved
Now every prayer that wins a loved one, circles out just like a wave
There are voices generations past still winning souls today
(But)They can't receive their reward until all God's children make it home
Their work goes on
For all the seeds they have sown, some have yet to be full-grown
Though the workers hands are gone, still their work goes on and on and on and on
They can't receive their reward until all God's children make it home
They can't receive their reward until all God's children make it home.
Their work goes on
For all the seeds they have sown, some have yet to be full-grown
Though the workers hands are gone, still their work goes on and on and on and on
They can't receive their reward until all God's children make it home
They can't receive their reward until all God's children make it home