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.

Work, for the night is coming;
Work through 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.

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, for the Lord is coming,
When man's work is o'er.