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LABOR SONG

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Feb 28, 1906

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 32, No. 9.

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LABOR SONG.

By L. D. SANTEE

WORK for God, to-day and not to-morrow, For the hours are swiftly passing by, Yield no place to fear, or idle sorrow, Soon will Christ appear in yonder sky, Earth is fading and her flowers are dying Life is short, existence but a span, But love's heralds through the world are flying, Offering life through Christ to sinful man.
Prophet pens have told the matchless glory, Of the "King of Kings" upon His throne; Now with joy we tell the thrilling story, That the Saviour comes to claim His own. Life is strangely blended, joy and sorrow, And its hours are swiftly passing by; Work for God to-day, and not to-morrow, Soon the Saviour cometh in the sky.
Work for God, to-day and not to-morrow, Souls for whom He died are perishing, Lifting pleading hands in hopeless sorrow, Christ would have them shout for joy and sing; Raise the fallen, loose the heavy burden, Tell of Jesus, and His death of shame; Tell the weary world there's hope and pardon Through a risen Saviour's holy name. L. D. SANTEE.