Work While It Is Day

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 23, 1866

Work While It Is Day.

What have I yet to do? Day weareth on, Flowers, that opening new, Smiled through the morning dew, Droop in the sun.

’Neath the noon’s searching glare Fainting I stand; Still in the sultry air, Silentness everywhere Through the hot land.

Yet must I labor still All the day through, Striving with earnest will, Patient my lot to fill, My work to do.

Long though my task may be, Cometh the end. God ’tis that helpeth me; This is the work, and he Now strength will lend.

He will direct my feet, Strengthen my hand, Give me my portion meet. Firm in his promise sweet, Trusting I stand.

Up, then, to work again! God’s word is given. That none shall sow in vain, But find his ripened grain Garnered in Heaven.

Longer the shadows fall— Night cometh on; Low voices softly call “Come, here is rest for all; Labor is done.”