1. 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 nought,
Thy earthly loss is heav’nly gain.
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not,
The Master praises, what are men?
3. 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 times thickest gloom.
4. Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice,
For toil comes rest, for exile home;
Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom’s voice,
The midnight peal, “Behold, I come!”