WORK WHILE THE DAY LASTS.
By R. F. Cottrell
THE rest will soon be given to those who have labored; the prize will be awarded to those who have conquered—the crown, to those who have borne the cross—the kingdom, the inheritance, to those who have truly been pilgrims and strangers on the earth. A little time is left in which to labor. “Work while the day is shining.” The night is coming. The day of labor will soon be closed. Shall we have our work done? Our Master is not a hard one. If we are faithful during this eleventh hour, we shall be accepted. He will say, Well done. But he will not lie. Those who have not exerted themselves to improve their time, and have not labored unselfishly for the Master’s interests, for the good of his vineyard, cannot be accepted. Awake, O my soul, to life and to duty. The time is almost past. What have I done? How can I redeem the time? I cannot recall the past. Let me improve the present. There is still work to do, and, if improved faithfully, there is still a chance that I may hear the Master say, Well done. “There’s resting by and by;” but the rest comes after the labor. Brethren let us labor to enter into the rest.