1. 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?
  2. 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?
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  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. 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.
  7. 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!