Verse 1
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!"

Verse 2
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.

Verse 3
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.

Verse 4
Come, labour on!
Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear!
No arm so weak but may do service here;
By feeblest agents can our God fulfill
His righteous will.

Verse 5
Come, labour 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
"Servants, well done!"

Verse 6
Come, labour on!
The toil is pleasant, the reward is sure;
Blessed are those who to the end endure;
How full their joy, how deep their rest shall be,
O Lord, with Thee!