1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. Work, for the Day 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.
5. 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.