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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By I. “Come, labour on!”

Jane Borthwick (1813–1897)

COME, labour 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 to-day.”

Come, labour 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, labour 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.

Come, labour on!

Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear!

No arm so weak but may do service here;

By hands the feeblest can our God fulfil

His righteous will.

Come, labour on!

No time for rest, till glows the western sky,

While the long shadows o’er our pathway lie,

And a glad sound comes with the setting sun—

“Servants, well done!”

Come, labour on!

The toil is pleasant, and the harvest sure,

Blessèd are those who to the end endure;—

How full their joy, how deep their rest shall be,

O Lord, with Thee!