To the work! To the work,
We are servants of God,
Let us follow the path that the Master has trod,
With the balm of His counsel our strength to renew,
Let us do with our might what our hands find to do.
Toiling on, toiling on,
Toiling on, toiling on,
Let us hope, let us watch and pray,
And labour till the Master comes.
To the work, to the work,
Let the hungry be fed,
To the fountain of life let the weary be led,
In the cross and its banner our glory shall be,
While we herald the tidings, “salvation is free!”
To the work! To the work!
There is labour for all,
For the kingdom of darkness and error shall fail,
And the name of Jehovah exalted shall be,
In the loud swelling chorus “salvation is free!”
To the work! To the work!
Pressing on to the end,
For the harvest will come, and the reapers descend,
And the home of the ransomed our dwelling will be,
And our chorus for ever, “salvation is free!”