Quilter's Muse Publications
Work for the Night is Coming

A 19th century hymn sung and played by Patricia L. Cummings

Words by Anna L. Coghill, written when she was 18 years old in 1854; music by Lowell Mason, 1864

Pat, in a house dress, hoeing evergreens on the farm where she grew up. Her Dad started a small nursery business in the
1960s, as a way to get outside and work hard for little money, like most farmers. He thought of each seedling almost like a
"little child," he once stated. This was his hobby, not his regular work (in the city).

My Rendition of This Song Played at a Funeral in AZ

Shortly after I recorded this song, I was asked by a family member of a recently deceased grandmother in Arizona, if this
could be played at her funeral. She had always loved the song and had sung it often. Of course, the answer was "yes."

Grange Favorite

This song is one that was often sung at the Grange meetings I attended, as a teenager in Deerfield, New Hampshire (Grange
#74). The words speak of the importance of work and the short time we are all here on earth, "Rest comes sure and soon."

Members of Grange #74, Deerfield, NH, on Awards Night. From left: Russell Bowden, Worthy Master; Mr. G. Moulton; Mrs.
John Petersen (Gertrude); and Robert Stevens. All of these fine people have now passed on.

I, (Patricia Grace), was a member of the Grange between the ages of 14 and 18, and was the youngest Secretary in the
history of State Grange. The Grange is where I learned this song.

Bible Quote

"I must work the works of Him who sent Me while it is day; the night is coming when no one can work."

This song originated with a passage in the Holy Bible, John 9:4.

                      View of a double rainbow from our upstairs window. Photo by James Cummings

The melody is hauntingly beautiful and the words (listed below) present a truly inspired message.

Work for the Night is Coming

Work, for the night is coming,
Work, through the morning hours,
Work, while the dew is sparkling,
Work, 'mid springing flowers,
Work, when the day grows brighter,
Work, in the glowing sun,
Work, for the night is coming,
When man's work is done.

Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the sunny noon,
Fill brightest hours with labor,
Rest comes sure and soon.
Give every flying minute,
Something to keep in store,
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.

Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies,
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight flies.
Work 'til the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more,
Work, while the night is darkening,
When man's work is o'er.

On guitar, use a capo on the 1st fret, and chords D, G, and A7.

I read that this song was a favorite of Grandma Moses who sang it often.

Copyright 2012. Patricia L. Cummings, Quilter's Muse Publications, Concord, NH.
Pat hoeing in her father's tree nursery - 1960s
members of the Deerfield, NH Grange in the 1960s
view of a double rainbow as seen from the 3rd fl. of our home