1 Come, labor 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.”
2 Come, labor 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.
3 Come, labor on.
Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear!
No arm so weak but may do service here;
Though feeble agents, may we all fulfill
God's righteous will.
4 Come, labor on.
No time for rest, till glows the western sky,
Till the long shadows o’er our pathway lie,
And a glad sound comes with the setting sun,
“Well done, well done!”
|First Line:||Come, labor on|
|Title:||Come, Labor On|
|Author:||Jane Laurie Borthwick (1859; rev. 1863; alt.)|
|Composer:||Thomas Tertius Noble (1918)|
|Copyright:||Copyright © 1918, 1946, 1982 Belwin-Mills Publishing Corp. International copyright secured. All rights reserved. Used by permission.|