The Mas­ter bids you work for Him,
Work while the day doth last;
For the hand will fail, and the eye grow dim,
And night will come at last.

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Then work, work, work with a will­ing mind,
Work with a right good will,
While the morn­ing dawns and the sun goes down,
Tho’ idle hands are still.

Why wait ye here, and idle stand,
When earth is filled with woe?
With a word of cheer, and a help­ing hand,
Go to the suf­fer­ing, go.

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Go to the hearts, bowed down with care,
Tell them of rest on high;
With ma­ny a star in your crown so fair,
That waits you by and by.

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