Work, for the Day is coming

Work

for the Day is coming

Day in the Word foretold

When

’mid the scenes triumphant

Longed for by saints of old

He

who on earth a stranger

Traversed its paths of pain

Jesus

the Prince

the Savior

Comes evermore to reign.

Work

for the Day is coming

Darkness will soon be gone;

Then o’er the night of weeping

Day without end shall dawn.

What now we sow in sadness

Then we shall reap in joy;

Hope will be changed to gladness

Praise be our blest employ.

Work

for the Day is coming

Made for the saints of light;

Off with the garments dreary

On with the armor bright:

Soon will the strife be ended

Soon all our toils below;

Not to the dark we’re tending

But to the Day we go.

Work

for the Lord is coming

Children of light are we;

From Jesus’ bright appearing

Powers of darkness flee.

Out of the mist

at His bidding

Souls like the dew are born:

O’er all the East are spreading

Tints of the rosy morn.

Work

then

the Day is coming

No time for sighing now;

Prize for the race awaits thee

Wreaths for the victor’s brow.

Now morning Light is breaking

Soon will the Day appear;

Night shades appall no longer

Jesus

our Lord

is near.