hymnal 330
1. Work, for the night is coming: Work through the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling; Work 'mid springing flowers.
Work while the day grows brighter, Under the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming, When man's work is done.

2. Work, for the night is coming: Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours 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.

3. 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 over.