441 ~ Go, Labor on
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Go, labor on, while yet 'tis day; The world's dark night is hastening on; Speed, speed thy work, cast sloth away! It is not thus that souls are won.
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Men die in darkness at your side Without a hope to cheer the tomb; Take up the torch and wave it wide — The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.
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Toil on, faint not, keep watch, and pray! Be wise the erring soul to win, Go forth into the world's highway, Compel the wanderer to come in.
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Go, labor on; your hands are weak, Your knees are faint, your soul cast down; Yet falter not; the prize you seek Is near — a kingdom and a crown!