Come, labor on (T. Tertius Noble)

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  • (Posted 2024-09-22)  CPDL #82092:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2024-09-22).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 54 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with harmony and underlaid words in the version published in The Hymnal 1982.
  • (Posted 2024-09-22)  CPDL #82091:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2024-09-22).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 138 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in The Hymnal 1982, melody with words.

General Information

Title: Come, labor on
Composer: T. Tertius Noble
Tune: Ora Labora
Lyricist: Jane Laurie Borthwickcreate page
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 4. 10 10. 10 4

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

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Original text and translations

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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.’