Music by William Boyd, words by Horatius Bonar
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?
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?
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.
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.