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.
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Work, for the night is
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com
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ing,
Work through the
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morning
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hours;
Work while the dew is
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spark
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ling,
Work 'mid
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springing
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flowers;
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Work when the day grows
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brighter,
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Work in the
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glowing
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sun;
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Work, for the night is
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com
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ing,
When man's
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work is
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done.
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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,
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.
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Work, for the night is
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coming,
Work through the
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sunny
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noon;
Fill brightest hours with
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labor,
Rest comes
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sure and
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soon.
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Give every flying
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minute,
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Something
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to keep
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in store;
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Work, for the night is
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coming,
When man
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works no
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more.
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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.
Beautiful songs of encouragement for Workers in God’s vineyard reminding us of eternity, inevitability of physical death and the second coming of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Also in our personal lives, it reminds us of the need to make hays while the sun shines as time waits for no one. May God bless the Author and his descendants, Amen!
There is this drive in me that cast away despair of life -time to live for Jesus , to work for Jesus, and after that... The night falls! Time is very precious for me, I waisted much of it out of what I was giving to live in my life time. If I have the opportunity I will like to call again time!
We learnt this song while in the secondary school in the 1960s. it was meant to remind us to make hay while the sun shines and not only in the things God but also in our private lives at work, business and home. Great lyrics, those.
This great hymn is one of my Dad's favourite. Dr. J.P. Ikpen will sing it most times when returning from evening service in Benin City, Nigeria and whistle it while at home. The lyrics are priceless and eternal, reminding us of our mortality.
I'm preparing devotions my wife is to lead at a Methodist Volunteer rebuilding effort in Louisiana. (She is good at volunteering and organizing. I am the wordsmith.) This was the hymn I immediately thought of. And yes, I thought of my mother and the tears came.