|Text:||In the Vineyard of Our Father|
|Composer:||William Blow, Jr.|
1. In the vineyard of our Father
Daily work we find to do;
Scattered fruit our hands may gather,
Though we are but weak and few;
Help to fill the basket, too.
2. Toiling early in the morning,
Catching moments through the day,
Nothing small or lowly scorning,
So we work, and watch, and pray;
Free will offerings by the way.
3. Not for selfish praise or glory,
Not for objects nothing worth,
But to send the blessèd story
Of the Gospel o’er the earth,
Of our Lord and Savior’s birth.
4. Up and ever at our calling,
Till in death our lips are dumb,
Or till, sin’s dominion falling,
Christ shall in His kingdom come,
And His children
Reach their everlasting home.
5. Steadfast, then, in our endeavor,
Heavenly Father, may we be;
And forever, and forever,
We will give the praise to Thee;
Singing, all eternity.
|First Line:||In the vineyard of our Father|
|Title:||In the Vineyard of Our Father|
|Author:||Thomas MacKellar (1845)|
|Composer:||William Blow, Jr. (1867)|
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