Go, labor on; spend and be spent,
     Thy joy to do the Father’s will;

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 naught;
     Then earthly loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;
     The Master praises — what are men?

Go, labor on; your hands are weak;
     Your knees are faint, your soul cast down;
Yet falter not; the prize you seek
     Is near — a kingdom and a crown!

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!”

~ Horatius Bonar

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