Work for the night is coming, Work through 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 through the sunny noon,

Fill brightest hour with labour; 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 dark’ning When man’s work is o'er.