This is the day of toil
Beneath earth’s sul­try noon;
This is the day of ser­vice true,
But rest­ing com­eth soon.

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Hallelujah! Hal­le­lu­jah!
There re­mains a rest for us.
Hallelujah! Hal­le­lu­jah!
There re­mains a rest for us.

Spend and be spent would we,
While last­eth time’s brief day;
No turn­ing back in cow­ard fear,
No lin­ger­ing by the way.

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Onward we press in haste,
Upward our jour­ney still
Ours is the path the Mas­ter trod
Thro’ good re­port and ill.

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The way may rough­er grow,
The wea­ri­ness inc­rease;
We gird our loins and hast­en on,
The end, the end is peace.

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