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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 or our pathway lie,

And a glad sound comes with the setting sun,

“Well done, well done!”