1. 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?
2. Go, labor on: 'tis not for nought;
  Thy earthly loss is heav'nly gain;
  Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;
  The Master praises, what are men?
3. Go, labor on: your hands are weak,
  Your knees are faint, your souls cast down;
  Yet falter not; the prize you seek
  Is near, a kingdom and a crown.
4. Go, labor on while it is day,
  The world's dark night is hastening on;
  Speed, speed the work, cast sloth away,
  It is not thus that souls are won.
5. Men die in darkness at your side,
  Without a hope to cheer the tomb;
  Take up the torch and wave it wide,
  The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.
6. Press 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.
7. Press on, and in thy work rejoice;
  For work comes rest, the prize thus won;
  Soon shalt thou hear the Master's voice,
  The midnight cry, Behold, I come!