Work, Christian—To be Done Speedily – Charles Spurgeon

THE wheels of eternity are sounding behind us; life must be short. To those to whom it is longest it is but brief. Work on, worker! You have scarce time to finish your day’s work. Waste not a second. Throw not away these priceless hours. Speed! speed! speed! as with sevenfold wing it glides forward—swifter than the thunderbolt. Oh, pause not, trifle not. Oh, Christian, if you would take your crowns up to your Lord, and great sheaves from the harvest, “work while it is called today, for the night comes wherein no man can work.” “It is high time,” says our apostle, “to awake out of sleep.” Would that you would consider it. Be not as those who open their eyes in the morning only to close them again, like the sluggard with the reflection, “I need not bestir myself just yet.” But start, man, from your slumbers as one who feels that he has slept too long, and must now briskly cast off dull sloth, bestirring himself with eager haste to do his appointed task, to redeem the time, to reclaim the golden hours. For, consider this, your calling is of God, and the King’s business requires haste.