On the Field of Work

On the field of work ad­vanc­ing

Sow thy seed at morn­ing light;

Cheerily the fur­rows turn­ing

Labor on with all thy might;

Why await the far off fu­ture

When the work be­fore thee lies?

Thou must sow be­fore thou reap­est

Find thy rest in la­bor’s prize.

Standing still is dan­ger­ous ev­er

Toil is meant for Christ­ians now;

Let there be

when ev­en­ing com­eth

Honest sweat upo­n thy brow;

And the Mas­ter then will greet thee

At the set­ting of the sun

Saying

as He pays thy wag­es

Good and faith­ful one

well done!