1 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?
2 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?
3 Go, labour on, enough while here
If he shall praise thee; if he deign
Thy willing heart to mark and cheer,
No toil for him shall be in vain.
4 Go, labour on while it is day,
The world’s dark night is hastening on;
Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away,
‘Tis only thus that souls are won.
5 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.
6 Toil on, faint not, keep watch, and pray;
Be wise the sinning soul to win;
Go forth into the world’s highway,
Compel the wanderer to come in.
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First Line: | Go, labour on, spend and be spent |
Author: | Horatius Bonar (1808-89) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The salvation soldier: Calling |