1 Work, for the night is coming;
Work, thro' the morning hours;
Work, while the dew is sparkling;
Work 'mid the springing flowers.
Work, when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming
When man's work is done.

2 Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labour,
Rest will come 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 the daylight flies:
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work, while the night is darkening
When man's work is o'er.

Amen.