Work is sweet, for God has blest
Honest work with qui­et rest,
Rest be­low and rest above
In the man­sions of His love,
When the work of life is done,
When the bat­tle’s fought and won.

Work ye, then, while yet ’tis day,
Work ye Chris­tians, while ye may,
Work for all that’s great and good,
Working for your dai­ly food.
Working whilst the gold­en hours,
Health, and strength, and youth are yours.

Working not alone for gold,
Not the work that’s bought and sold,
Not the work that work­eth strife,
But the work­ing of a life
Careless both of good or ill,
If ye can but do His will.

Working ere the day is gone,
Working till your work is done,
Not as traf­fick­ers at marts,
But as fit­teth hon­est hearts,
Working till your spir­its rest
With the spir­its of the blest.