- 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.”
- 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.
- 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!”