Labor on!
With swift winged feet the moments fly,
With Labor crowned let them pass by,
Increasing treasures laid up on high,
Go labor on!
Labor on! labor on!
Till at eve the setting sun whall proclaim thy labor done;
And the prize at length be won,
We shall shout our welcome-come home,
At the close of day.
Labor on!
Thy work in vain may seem to be,
And yet the fruitage thou shalt see,
If not in time, in eternity:
Go labor on!
Labor on! labor on!
Till at eve the setting sun whall proclaim thy labor done;
And the prize at length be won,
We shall shout our welcome-come home,
At the close of day.
Labor on!
The field so great, all white appears;
No time hast thou for idle fears;
Go reap the harvest, 'twas in tears;
Go labor on!
Labor on! labor on!
Till at eve the setting sun whall proclaim thy labor done;
And the prize at length be won,
We shall shout our welcome-come home,
At the close of day.
This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by E. D. Mundt and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.
