Go, Labour 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, Labour On! ‘Tis Not For Naught
Thine Earthly Loss Is Heavenly Gain;
Men Heed Thee, Love Thee, Praise Thee Not;
The Master Praises: What Are Men?

Go, Labour On! Enough, While Here,
If He Shall Praise Thee, If He Deign
The Willing Heart To Mark And Cheer:
No Toil For Him Shall Be In Vain.

Go, Labour On! Your Hands Are Weak,
Your Knees Are Faint, Your Soul 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 Thy Side,
Without A Hope To Cheer The Tomb;
Take Up The Torch And Wave It Wide
The Torch That Lights Time’s Thickest Gloom.

Toil On, Faint Not, Keep Watch And Pray,
Be Wise The Erring Soul To Win;
Go Forth Into The World’s Highway,
Compel The Wand’rer To Come In.

Toil On, And In Thy Toil Rejoice!
For Toil Comes Rest, For Exile Home;
Soon Shalt Thou Hear The Bridegroom’s Voice,
The Midnight Peal, “Behold, I Come!”

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