Thank the Lord for Work

Never pray for idle hours,--
Never try to shrink;
But with all your honest powers
Thank the Lord for work!
Labor brings the pleasures high
And the joys that thrive,--
Where men laugh and where men cry,
Dearest thing alive!

Thank the Lord for strength to toil,--
Thank him day by day,--
Son of sky or son of soil
On life's vagrant way.

With a soul that fearless grows
And a good arm strong,
Joyously the glad heart goes
Up the world of song!

There was a young lady from Beaver
Who feared that her fellow would leave her;
So she popped to her beau;
But he answered her "Neau"!
And she called him a heartless deceiver!