541 Come, labor on

1 Come, labor on. Who dares stand idle on the harvest plain, while all around us waves the golden grain? And to each servant does the Master say, “Go work today.”

2 Come, labor 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.

3 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.

4 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.

5 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. “Servants, well done.”