Work, for the night is coming;
Work
through the morning hours
Work
while the dew is sparkling;
Work
‘mid springing flowers;
Work
while the day grows brighter,
Under
the glowing sun;
Work,
for the night is coming;
When
man’s work is done.
2
Work,
for the night is coming;
Work
though the sunny noon;
Fill
brightest hours with labor,
Rest
comes sure and soon;
Give
every flying minute
Something
to keep in store;
Work,
for the night is coming;
When
man works no more.
3
Work,
for the night is coming;
Under
the sunset skies,
While
their bright tints are glowing,
Work
for daylight flies;
Work
till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth
to shine no more;
Work,
for the night is coming;
When
man’s work is o’er.