Work for the Night is Coming
Words by Annie L. Coghill
Music by Lowell Mason
"I must work the works of him that sent me, while
it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work."
Work, for the night is coming, Work through the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling; Work 'mid springing flow'rs.
Work when the day grows brighter, Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming, When man's work is done.
Work, for the night is coming, Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor, Rest comes sure and soon.
Give ev'ry flying minute, Something to keep in store;
Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more.
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 dark'ning, When man's work is o'er.
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