WORK, FOR THE NIGHT IS COMING

“As long as it is day, I must do the work of Him Who sent Me. Night is coming, when no one can work.” John 9:4


Lowell Mason (1792-1872)
Words: An­na L. Cog­hill, 1854, alt. by Low­ell Ma­son, 1864. Cog­hill was on­ly 18 years old when she wrote this hymn.

Music: Work Song, Low­ell Ma­son, 1864 (MI­DI, score).

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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.

08/07/2007 12:09:56