Work, for the night is coming, Work thro' the morning hours; Work while the dew is sparkling; Work 'mid springing lowers, 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 thro' the sunny noon; Fill brightest hours with labour, Rest comes sure and soon. Give every Hying 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.