Hymn 288 - Work, for the Night Is Coming

Work, for the night is coming,

Work thro’ 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 in 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, while the night is dark’ning,

When man’s work is o’er.