At my work I’m always singing,
Tho’ the day be cold and long;
Every thought is filled with music,
And I can not cease my song.
For I’m thinking of my Savior,
And the love that crowns my days;
So He fills my heart with gladness,
And my mouth with grateful praise.
I am singing of the sunshine,
Tho’ the sky be cold and gray;
I am singing of the summer,
Tho’ the winter chills the day.
I’ve a hope ’mid scenes that perish,
And my faith, on joyful wings,
O’er the clouds of life arises,
And in Jesus’ sunlight sings.