GO, LABOUR ON

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; 'This not for nought,

Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain;

Men heed Thee, love Thee, praise Thee not,

The Master praises, what are men?

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, 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!’