Go, labor on; spend, and be spent

Go

labor on; spend

and be spent;

Thy joy to do the Father’s will;

It is the way the Master went;

Should not the servant tread it still?

Go

labor on: ’tis not for nought;

Thy earthly loss is heav’nly gain;

Men heed thee

love thee

praise thee not;

The Master praises

what are men?

Go

labor on; your hands are weak

Your knees are faint

your souls cast down;

Yet falter not; the prize you seek

Is near

a kingdom and a crown.

Go

labor on while it is day

The world’s dark night is hastening on;

Speed

speed thy work

cast sloth away

It is not thus that souls are won.

Men die in darkness at your side

Without a hope to cheer the tomb;

Take up the torch and wave it wide

The torch that lights time’s thickest gloom.

Press on

faint not

keep watch and pray;

Be wise the erring soul to win;

Go forth into the world’s highway

Compel the wanderer to come in.

Press on

and in thy work rejoice;

For work comes rest

the prize thus won;

Soon shalt thou hear the Master’s voice

The midnight cry

Behold

I come!