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THE GOSPEL OF LABOUR
THE legend of Felix is ended, the toiling of
Felix is done; The Master has paid him his wages, the goal of
his journey is won; He rests, but he never is idle ; a thousand years
pass like a day, In the glad surprise of that Paradise where
work is sweeter than play.
But I think the King of that country comes out
from his tireless host, And walks in this world of the weary, as if He
loved it the most; For here in the dusty confusion, with eyes that
are heavy and dim, He meets again the labouring men who are
looking and longing for Him.
He cancels the curse of Eden, and brings them
a blessing instead : Blessed are they that labour, for Jesus partakes
of their bread. He puts His hand to their burdens, He enters
their homes at night: Who does his best shall have as a guest the
Master of life and of light.
And courage will come with His presence, and
patience return at His touch, And manifold sins be forgiven to those who love
Him much ; And the cries of envy and anger will change to
the songs of cheer, For the toiling age will forget its rage when the
Prince of Peace draws near.
This is the gospel of labour - ring it, ye bells of
the kirk The Lord of Love came down from above, to
live with the men who work. This is the rose that He planted, here in the
thorn-cursed soil Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the bless
ing of Earth is toil.