All around us, fair with flowers,

Fields of beauty sleeping lie;

All around us clarion voices

Call to duty stern and high.

2 Following every voice of mercy

With a trusting, loving heart;

Let us in life’s earnest labor

Still be sure to do our part.

3 Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,

Let us work with all our might,

Lest the wretched faint and perish

In the coming stormy night.

4 Now, to-day, and not to-morrow,

Lest, before to-morrow’s sun,

We, too, mournfully departing,

Shall have left our work undone.