1 On to the work! for the fields are white,
And waiting for you and me;
Only the toil of a few more days,
And ended our work will be.

Refrain:
Then to the reaping of joy up there
Master and workers shall come;
We with our sheaves of golden grain,
And He with our welcome home.

2 On to the work! tho’ the seed may fall
In silence, perhaps in tears;
God will remember, and we shall see
The fruitage of endless years. [Refrain]

3 On to the work with a firm resolve
To labor with all our might!
Looking beyond, where the daystar shines
O’er regions of endless light. [Refrain]

4 On to the work! and the strength we need
Shall never be sought in vain;
Gladly we toil, and the cross endure,
With Jesus to live and reign. [Refrain]