466		LM
	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 nought;     Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;     The Master praises; what are men?
3	Go, labour on: you 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.
4	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.
5	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.
6	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!’
	Horatius Bonar, 1808-89