As long as it is day, we must do the work of Him who sent Me. Night is coming, when no one can work. John 9:4
How much as children we can do,
To show our love for Jesus,
For Him who died our souls to save,
For Him who always sees us.
We’ll work, we’ll work,
We’ll work with willing hand,
We’ll work until the Master calls us
To the promised land.
We’ll be to all both kind and true,
We’ll cheer the sad and lonely,
By telling of the peace they’ll find
In Jesus, and Him only.
So let us work with loving hands,
With honest, true endeavor,
Until the Maker calls us home,
To dwell with Him forever.