On the field of work advancing,
Sow thy seed at morning light;
Cheerily the furrows turning,
Labor on with all thy might;
Why await the far off future,
When the work before thee lies?
Thou must sow before thou reapest,
Find thy rest in labor’s prize.
Standing still is dangerous ever,
Toil is meant for Christians now;
Let there be, when evening cometh,
Honest sweat upon thy brow;
And the Master then will greet thee,
At the setting of the sun,
Saying, as He pays thy wages,
Good and faithful one, well done!