Zeal in Labour

Go, labor on; spend and be spent,
Thy joy to do the Father’s will;

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

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!

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.

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!”

Horatius Bonar