1. Go, Labour on, spend, and be

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 sill?

Go, Labour on, ‘tis not for nought, Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not The Master praises, what are men?

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.

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 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!” RH 687, Horartius Bonor 25