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 glor'ous 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 ev'ry 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 beams are glowing, For the 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.