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.
The enemy is watching night and day,
To sow the tares, to snatch the seed away;
While we in sleep our duty have forgot,
He slumbered not.

3. 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.

4. 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,
"Servants, well done."