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
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Luther O. Emerson
(1820–1915)

John S. Ad­ams, in Glad Tid­ings, ed­it­ed by Lu­ther Em­er­son & Le­on­ard B. Stark­wea­ther (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Ol­iv­er Dit­son, 1869), page 48.

Mu­ğla Lu­ther O. Em­er­son, 1869 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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