Go, Labor on, While It Is Day

Verse 1

Go, labor on, while it is day;
The world’s dark night is hastening on;
Speed, speed thy work,—cast sloth away!
It is not thus that souls are won.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

Toil on, faint not;—keep watch and pray!
Be wise the erring soul to win;
Go forth into the world’s highway;
Compel the wanderer to come in.

Verse 4

Go, labor on; your hands are weak;
Your knees are faint, your soul cast down;
Yet falter not; the prize you seek
Is near,—a kingdom and a crown!