Labor On

In the har­vest field there is work to do

For the grain is ripe

and the reap­ers few;

And the Mas­ter’s voice bids the work­ers true

Heed the call that He gives to­day.

Labor on

la­bor on

Keep the bright re­ward in view

For the Mas­ter has said

He will strength re­new;

Labor on till the close of day.

Crowd the gar­ner well with its sheaves all bright

Let the song be glad

and the heart be light

Fill the pre­cious hours ere the shades of night

Take the place of the gold­en day.

In the glean­er’s path may be rich re­ward

Tho’ the time seems long

and the la­bor hard;

For the Mas­ter’s joy

with His chos­en shared

Drives the gloom from the dark­est day.

Lo! the Har­vest Home in the realms ab­ove

Shall be gained by each who has toiled and strove

When the Mas­ter’s voice

in His words of love

Calls away to eter­nal day.