Verse 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.”
Verse 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.
Verse 3
Come, labor on. No time for rest; till glows the western sky, Till the long shadows oér our pathway lie, And a glad sound comes with the setting sun, “Well done, well done!”