122. Work, for Time is Flying

1 Work, for time is flying,
Work with hearts sincere;
Work, for souls are dying,
Work, for night is near;
In the Master’s vineyard;
Go and work to-day;
Be no useless sluggard
Standing in the way.

2 In this glorious calling,
Work till day is o’er;
Work till, ev’ning falling,
You can work no more;
Then your labour bringing
To the King of kings,
Borne, with joy and singing,
Home on angels’ wings.

3 There, where saints adore Him,
Where the ransomed meet,
Joy they show before Him,
Bowing at His feet;
Hear the Master saying,
From His heavenly throne,
When thy toil rewarding,
“Laborer, well done!”

Text Information
First Line: Work, for time is flying
Title: Work, for Time is Flying
Author: Horatius Bonar
Language: English
Publication Date: 1891
Tune Information
Name: [Work, for time is flying]
Composer: Geo. C. Stebbins



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