Go labour on (horatious bonar) 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? 1 Go, labor on: ’tis not for nought; Thy earthly loss is heav’nly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; The Master praises, what are men? 2 Go, labor on; your hands are weak, Your knees are faint, your souls cast down; Yet falter not; the prize you seek Is near, a kingdom and a crown. 3 Go, labor 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. 4 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. 5 Press 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 Press on, and in thy work rejoice; For work comes rest, the prize thus won; Soon shalt thou hear the Master’s voice, The midnight cry, Behold, I come!
Posted on: Sat, 06 Jul 2013 23:50:07 +0000