Although I never met my grandparents, apparently this hymn was a favourite of my maternal grandfather. He and my grandmother were born in the 1870s into farming families. They met at an outdoor meeting where Gypsy Smith was speaking. I'm not sure of the exact date but my Uncle Joseph was born in 1908.
Work, for the night is coming, Work through the morning hours; Work while the dew is sparkling, Work ’mid springing flow’rs. Work when the day grows brighter, Work in the glowing sun; Work, for the night is coming, When man’s work is done. Work, for the night is coming, Work through the sunny noon; Fill brightest hours with labor, Rest comes sure and soon. Give every flying minute Something to keep in store; Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more. Work, for the night is coming, Under the sunset skies; While their bright tints are glowing, Work, for daylight flies. Work till the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to shine no more; Work, while the night is dark’ning, When man’s work is o’er.
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah 🙌🙌🙌 Work for the night is coming one of my favorites. Beautiful singing 🙏❤️😇
Your channel is such an inspiration Dr. McCrea.
Work for the night is coming,Time wait for no one , utilize the days u have ,thank u Jesus 🎉
What a great hymn I love singing this in church. In my old church we sang this every labor day sunday.
Although I never met my grandparents, apparently this hymn was a favourite of my maternal grandfather. He and my grandmother were born in the 1870s into farming families. They met at an outdoor meeting where Gypsy Smith was speaking. I'm not sure of the exact date but my Uncle Joseph was born in 1908.
Tx God
Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling,
Work ’mid springing flow’rs.
Work when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man’s work is done.
Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor,
Rest comes sure and soon.
Give every flying minute
Something to keep in store;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.
Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work, while the night is dark’ning,
When man’s work is o’er.
Beautiful blessed hymns that speak to the Christian heart.
an angels'melody, i'm delighted !
"Sefronia! Come downstairs! I want you to sing me a hymn!"
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