WORK, FOR THE NIGHT IS COMING
"As long as it is day, we must do the work of Him Who sent Me. Night is
coming, when no one can work." John 9:4
Words: Anna L. Coghill, 1854, alt. by Lowell Mason, 1864. Anna Coghill
was only 18 years old when she wrote this hymn.
Music: "Work Song," Lowell Mason, 1864.
Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling, work 'mid 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.
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 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.