Without a hope to cheer the tomb;
Take up the torch and wave it wide--
The torch that lights time's thickest gloom.
3 Toil on, faint not;--keep watch and pray!
Be wise the erring soul to win;
Go forth into the world's highway;
Compel the wanderer to come in.
4 Go, labor on; your hands are weak;
Your knees are faint, your soul cast down;
Yet falter not; the prize you seek