For those who know me true, For the heaven that bends above me, And the good that I can do, For the wrongs that need resistance, For the cause that lacks assistance, For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do. When frowning care comes to my door, I work a while and fret no more. I leave my couch harassed with pain, I work, and soon I'm well again. When sorrow comes and vain regret, I go to work and soon forget.
Work soothes the soul when joys depart, And often mends a broken heart.
So that's why God invented work.