Go, labor on: spend, and be spent, Thy joy to do the Fathers will: It is the way the Master went; Should not the servant tread it still?
Go, labor 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, labor 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, labor on! Your hands are weak, Your knees are faint, your soul cast down; Yet falter not; the prize you seek Is neara kingdom and a crown.
Go, labor on while it is day: The worlds 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 times thickest gloom.
Toil on, faint not, keep watch and pray, Be wise the erring soul to win; Go forth into the worlds 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 Bridegrooms voice, The midnight peal, Behold, I come!
from: http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/g/o/golaboro.htm
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