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.

 Work, for the night is coming,
 work, while the fields are white;
 work, for thy sands are running,
 work, while hopes are bright;
 gather thy sheaves of morning;
 rest not thy hand at noon;
 labor and strive till ev’ning;
 rest, when daylight’s gone.

Mel : Lowell Mason 1864 [DILIGENCE]
Text: Annie Louisa Walker Coghill 1854 "Work, For The Night Is Coming"
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