Go, Labor On (words only)
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 while it is day,
The world’s dark night is hast’ning 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.
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 cry: “Behold, I come!“
Henry W. Baker