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. Amen.