Go, Labor On Horatius Bonar, pub.1843 copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Work, Missionary Scripture: John 9:4; 2 Corinthians 12:5; Colossians 4:5 Pentecost [.xml] William Boyd, 1864 copyright status is Public Domain Key: G Meter: 8.8.8.8 Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] play midi [.mid] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German) .pdf Pусский (Russian)	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!”

Go, Labor On

Horatius Bonar, pub.1843

Subjects: Work, Missionary

Scripture: John 9:4; 2 Corinthians 12:5; Colossians 4:5

Pentecost [.xml]

William Boyd, 1864

Key: G

Meter: 8.8.8.8

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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!”