357   Come Labor On




[1]
Come labor 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."

[2]
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.

[3]
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
"Well done well done!"