April 16, 2016 (Saturday)
In 1854, an 18 year old young lady reminded us to work for Lord while we can because the night is coming when we will no longer be able to do so. After reading John 9:4, “I must work the works of Him who sent me while it is day; the night is coming when no one can work,” Annie Louise Walker Coghill wrote the words of this hymn.
For 162 years the song has reminded us that our days upon this earth are numbered.
Let us use the strength and time we now have to serve the Lord, for a time will come when we won’t be able to do it anymore.
May we be faithful, for the night is coming.
Words by Anna Walker Coghill, 1854 Tune by Lowell Mason, 1864 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. |
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