Hymn 594
Go, labour on, spend, and be spent
- Go, labour on, spend, and be spent.
Thy joy to do the Father's will;
It is the way the Master went.
Should not the servant tread it still?
- Go, labour on; 'tis not for nought.
Thy earthly loss is heav'niy gain;
Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not.
The Master praises, what are men?
- 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.
- Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice.
For toil comes rest, for exile home;
Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice.
The midnight peal, "Behold, I come!"
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