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?
Go, labor on! ’Tis not for naught Thine earthly loss is heav’nly gain; Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not; The Master praises: what are men?
Go, labor on! Enough, while here, If He shall praise thee, if He deign The willing heart to mark and cheer: No toil for Him shall be in vain.
Go, labor on! Your hands are weak, Your knees are faint, your soul cast down; Yet falter not; the prize you seek Is near—a kingdom and a crown.
Go, labor on while it is day: The world’s dark night is hast’ning on; Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away; It is not thus that souls are won.
Men die in darkness at thy side, Without a hope to cheer the tomb; Take up the torch and wave it wide— The torch that lights time’s thickest gloom.
Toil on, faint not, keep watch and pray, Be wise the erring soul to win; Go forth into the world’s highway, Compel the wand’rer to come in.
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!”
Sources:
The Cyber Hymnal (http://www.hymntime.com/tch/htm/g/o/golaboro.htm)
Faith Publishing House, Echoes from Heaven, 1976 (84)
The Gospel Trumpet Company, Select Hymns, 1911 (605)
