Go, labour on; spend, and be spent;

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; 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.

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 cry, Behold, I come!