The Day’s Work

Welcome, morning, bright and blue! Sings the man with work to do. Forth the sturdy toilers fare, Strong the city’s life to share, Strong to serve, at mill or mart, With the head and with the heart. Happy hours, when men combined Fullest joys together find; Thought, and skill, and strength, at one, Tasks conceived, attempted, done, Use and beauty called to birth ’Mid the rugged things of earth. When the sun is sinking low Back again the toilers go, Songs, and smiles, and children’s play, Soothe the stress of toil away, And the city’s circle round With the lights of home is crowned. Is there in our native land Evil heart, or idle hand? Mighty Worker, set us free All to love and work with Thee, So that every day may bring Songs of joy for all to sing.