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