|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 neara 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|