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!