Work While the Day Lasts

The Mas­ter bids you work for Him

Work while the day doth last;

For the hand will fail

and the eye grow dim

And night will come at last.

Then work

work

work with a will­ing mind

Work with a right good will

While the morn­ing dawns and the sun goes down

Tho’ idle hands are still.

Why wait ye here

and idle stand

When earth is filled with woe?

With a word of cheer

and a help­ing hand

Go to the suf­fer­ing

go.

Go to the hearts

bowed down with care

Tell them of rest on high;

With ma­ny a star in your crown so fair

That waits you by and by.