1 ‘Mid Christian hosannas,
O’er conquering banners,
There breaks on our shouting a desolate cry;
With pitiful moaning,
With sorrowful groaning,
The guilty implore us for help ere they die.
Refrain:
Oh, work while ‘tis day,
For the light flees away,
And the hand of the toiler will soon work no more;
But the faithful will rise
To the Lord in the skies,
With the plaudit, “Well done,” when the toiling is o’er.
2 Oh, up and be doing,
Our duty pursuing,
Nor drown with rejoicing the wailing of woe;
Our hearts will be lighter,
Our path will be brighter,
The nearer our Master’s own footprints we go. [Refrain]
3 With watching and praying,
No longer delaying,
We’ll follow with gladness the voice of our Lord;
The field is before us,
The crown is just o’er us,
And working for Jesus brings precious reward. [Refrain]
Source: The Bright Array #122