| Come, labour on. Who dares stand idle on the harvest plain, While all around him waves the golden grain? And to each servant does the Master say, "Go work today." | | Come, labour on. Claim the high calling angels cannot share-- To young and old the gospel gladness bear: Redeem the time; its hours too swiftly fly. The night draws nigh. | | Come, labour on. The enemy is watching night and day, To sow the tares, to snatch the seed away; While we in sleep our duty have forgot, He slumbered not. | | Come, labour on. Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear! No arm so weak but may do service here: By feeblest agents may our God fulfill His righteous will. | | 453 Come, labour on. No time for rest, till glows the western sky, While the long shadows o'er our pathway lie, And a glad sound comes with the setting sun, "Servants, well done." | |