LABOUR FOR CHRIST
“Go labour on! Spend and be spent —
Thy joy to do thy Father’s will:
It is the way the Master went,
Should not the servant tread it still?
Go labour on! ‘tis not for nought,
All earthy loss is heavenly gain;
Men heed thee not, men praise thee not;
The Master praises! What are men?
Go labour on! Enough, enough,
If Jesus praise thee, if He deign
To notice ev’n thy willing mind,
No toil for Him shall be in vain.
Go labour on! Thy hands are weak,
Thy knees are faint, thy soul cast down;
Yet falter not – the prize is near,
The throne, the kingdom, and the crown.
Go labour on, while it is day,
The long dark night is hastening on;
Speed, speed thy work – up from thy sloth,
It is not thus that souls are won.
See thousands dying at your side,
Your brethren, kindred, friends of home;
See millions perishing afar,
Haste brethren, to the rescue come.
Toil on, toil on; rebuke, exhort,
Be wise the souls of men to win;
Go forth into the world’s highway,
Intreat, compel them to come in.
Toil on, toil on; thou soon shalt find
For labour rest, for exile home;
Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom’s voice,
The midnight peal, “Behold I come.””
Horatius Bonar, from “Songs for the Wilderness” in “Christ Is All” Haykin and Brooker, p. 217-218.