Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling,
Work 'mid springing flowers;
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.
May all your labors bear fruit today, and every day.
9 comments:
You know, Linda, I'm not familiar with this hymn.
Beautiful photos though - and, as always, perfect for the lyrics.
Have a good Sunday!
Wise words and lovely photos, Linda. :)
Great match of photos n soulful lyrics!
loved the field photos!!!
Such beauty....not only in photographs but your words this weekend....superlative.
Beautiful haunting words!
Love the bokeh in that fern shot!!
These are beautiful photos, and inspiring words indeed!
This is another old song we used to sing frequently in church. The pictures illustrate it beautifully. Thank you for sharing.
Blessings,
Charlotte
I'm a couple of years late finding your post, but those are some marvelous photographs. Well done! It was your quotation of Anna Coghill's gospel song that caught my eye. Today is the anniversary of her death in 1907. You can read more about her and her hymn here--
http://wordwisehymns.com/2010/07/07/today-in-1907-anna-coghill-died/
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