Go, labor on: spend and be spent,
Your joy to do the Father's will;
It is the way the Master went;
Should not the servant tread it still?
Go, labor on while it is day:
The world's dark night is hast'ning on.
Speed, speed your work, cast sloth away;
It is not thus that souls are won.
Toil on, faint not, keep watch and pray;
Be wise the erring soul to win;
Go forth into the world's highway,
Compel the wand'rer to come in.
Toil on, and in your toil rejoice;
For toil comes rest, for exile home;
Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom's voice,
The midnight peal, "Behold, I come."
-Horatius Bonar (1808-1889), via BA Purtle