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 Saviour,
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 best employ.
3 Work, for the Lord is coming;
Children of light are we;
From Jesus’ bright appearing
Powers of darkness flee.
Now morning light is breaking,
Day dawns in every land,
Night shades beset no longer,
For Christ is now at hand.