This Is the Day of Toil

This is the day of toil

Beneath earth’s sul­try noon;

This is the day of serv­ice true

But rest­ing com­eth soon.

Hallelujah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

There re­mains a rest for us.

Hallelujah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

There re­mains a rest for us.

Spend and be spent would we

While last­eth time’s brief day;

No turn­ing back in cow­ard fear

No lin­ger­ing by the way.

Onward we press in haste

Upward our jour­ney still

Ours is the path the Mas­ter trod

Thro’ good re­port and ill.

The way may rough­er grow

The wea­ri­ness inc­rease;

We gird our loins and hast­en on

The end

the end is peace.