| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | | I. “Come, labour on!” | | By 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.” | 5 |
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| 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. | 10 |
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| 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. | 15 |
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| 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. | 20 |
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| 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!” | 25 |
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| 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! | 30 | | | |
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