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Naught was their gain, toil was in vain,
Empty their nets till their Master appeared;
Gladly they heard his divine word,
Trusting, obeying, their spirits were cheered.
Refrain
Let down your nets into the deep,
Hear the command of your Savior and Friend,
Hasten away, gladly obey,
Blessed reward shall your labors attend.

Fruitless the field where ye have tilled,
Meager the harvest and little thy gain;
Murmur not now, trustfully bow,
Go and prepare for the sowing again.
Refrain
Cheerfully go, faithfully sow,
Hear the command of your Savior and Friend,
Hasten away, gladly obey,
Blessed reward shall your labors attend.

Jesus demands toil at our hands,
In his own time shall our labor be blessed;
Doing his will, serving him still,
Faithful ones enter the kingdom of rest.
Refrain
Go forth again, ‘tis not in vain;
Hear the command of your Savior and Friend,
Hasten away, gladly obey,
Blessed reward shall your labors attend.
                                        R. L. Lewis

People of the living God,
  I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,
  Peace and comfort no where found.

Now to you my spirit turns,
  Turns a fugitive unblest;
Brethren, where your altar burns,
  O receive me into rest.

Lonely, I no longer roam,
  Like the cloud, the wind, the wave;
Where you dwell shall be my home,
  Where you die shall be my grave:

Mine the God whom you adore,
  Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my soul no more,
  Every idol I resign.

Tell me not of gain or loss,
  Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power,
Welcome poverty and cross,
  Shame, reproach, affliction’s hour:

“Follow me;” I know Thy voice;
  Jesus, Lord, Thy steps I see;
Now I take Thy yoke by choice;
  Light Thy burden now to me.

James Montgomery