First Line: Go, labour on ; spend and be spent —,

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 ;
Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain :
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;
The Master praises — what are men ?

3 Go, labour on ; enough while here,
If He shall praise thee — if He deign
Thy willing heart to mark and cheer :
No toil for Him shall be in vain.

4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice !
For toil — comes rest, for exile —
home ;

Soon shait thou hear the Bridegroom's voice,
The midnight peal : Behold, I
come !