Words: Jane Laurie Borthwick, 1859, 1863.
Music: "Ora Labora," Thomas Tertius Noble, 1918 (MIDI).
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."
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.
Come, labor 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.
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!"