Children of yesterday, heirs of tomorrow
What are you weaving? Labor and sorrow?
Look to your loom again, faster and faster
Fly the great shuttles prepared by the master
There’s life in the loom! Room for it, room!
There’s life in the loom! Room for it, room!

Children of yesterday, heirs of tomorrow
Lighten the labor and sweeten the sorrow
Now while the shuttles fly faster and faster
Up and be doing the work with the master
He stands at the loom! Room for Him, room!
He stands at the loom! Room for Him, room!

Children of yesterday, heirs of tomorrow
Look at your fabric of labor and sorrow
Seamy and dark with despair and disaster
Turn it and lo, the design of the master
The Lord’s at the loom! Room for Him, room!
The Lord’s at the loom! Room for Him, room!