Work Is Sweet, for God Has Blest

Work is sweet

for God has blest

Honest work with qui­et rest

Rest be­low and rest ab­ove

In the man­sions of His love

When the work of life is done

When the bat­tle’s fought and won.

Work ye

then

while yet ’tis day

Work ye Christ­ians

while ye may

Work for all that’s great and good

Working for your dai­ly food.

Working whilst the gold­en hours

Health

and strength

and youth are yours.

Working not alone for gold

Not the work that’s bought and sold

Not the work that work­eth strife

But the work­ing of a life

Careless both of good or ill

If ye can but do His will.

Working ere the day is gone

Working till your work is done

Not as traf­fick­ers at marts

But as fit­teth hon­est hearts

Working till your spir­its rest

With the spir­its of the blest.