I must work the works of Him that sent Me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.
John 9:4
Words: John S. Adams, in Glad Tidings, edited by Luther Emerson & Leonard B. Starkweather (Boston, Massachusetts: Oliver Ditson, 1869), page 48.
Music: Muğla Luther O. Emerson, 1869 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Adams (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
I hear the angels calling,
They’re calling me away;
I must be up and labor,
Must work while it is day.
Refrain
No more I wait, but earnest,
Begin at early morn;
For angels now are calling,
And I shall soon be gone.
There are pains that I can soften,
And burdens I may share;
And hopes with which to brighten
The shadows of despair.
Refrain
Then, when the day is closing,
The weary shall have rest,
The mourners cease to languish;
Peace reigns in every breast.
Refrain