1 Go labor on; spend and be spent--
Your 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 naught;
Your earthly loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed you, love you, praise you not?
The Master praises--what are men?

3 Go labor on, while it is day,
The world's dark night is hastening on;
Speed, speed your 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 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 your toil rejoice;
For toil comes rest, for exile home;
Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom's voice,
The midnight cry, "Behold, I come!"