Labor While We May

Life seems but a spark­ling riv­er

Flowing down the steep of time

Bearing trust­ing spir­its ev­er

To a hap­py

ho­ly clime.

Let us

then

be up and do­ing

Let us la­bor while we may;

Roses ’round each path­way strew­ing

Treading soft­ly all life’s way.

We have but a short pro­ba­tion

Soon our la­bors will be o’er;

Soon from toil and sore temp­ta­tion

We shall rest for­ev­er­more!

Yes

the night of death steals o’er us

Calling us from earth away;

And eter­ni­ty be­fore us

Beams with light of end­less day.

Cheering pil­grims

faint and wea­ry

And with ten­der­ness and love;

Pointing thro’ earth’s dark­ness drea­ry

To the glo­ri­ous home above.