Go, Labor On

Verse 1

Oh, labor on, while it is day; The world's dark night is hastening on; Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away! It is not thus that souls are won.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

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!