| 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, 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. | | 447 Toil 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! | | 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!" | |