H. Bonar (387/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

H. Bonar 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 naught; Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; The Master praises, what are men? 3 Go, labour 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, 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 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 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. 7 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice; For toil comes rest, for exile home; Soon shall thou hear the Bridegroom’s voice, The midnight cry, Behold, I come!