"Come, Labor On!"

Upon a re-read Ezekiel today while seated on the River Chebar in Babylon with Ezekiel, there is room for discouragement in our times, especially for Reformed Churchmen of an Anglican stripe in America.


 But, alas, God, His covenant and His Sure Promise.


"Come, Labor On!"


Come, labor on. Who dares stand idle on the harvest plain,
while all around us waves the golden grain?
And to each servant does the Master say,
"Go work today."


Come, labor 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.


Come, labor on.
Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear!
No arm so weak but may do service here:
by feeblest agents may our God fulfill his righteous will.


Come, labor 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.


Come, labor on.
No time for rest, till glows the western sky,
till the long shadows o'er our pathway lie, and a glad sound comes with the setting sun.
"Servants, well done."