1 “Go and labor today,” ‘tis the Master’s command,
And there’s work to be done upon ev’ry hand,
For the rich and the poor, for the great and the small;
Let no idlers be found: to the work, one and all.

Chorus:
Upon the King’s bus’ness are we,
Upon the King’s bus’ness are we;
Let us labor and pray, winning souls while we may,
For upon the King’s bus’ness are we.

2 With a passion for souls and a love for the lost,
We would seek them today, whatsoever it cost;
For the harvest is great and the lab’rers are few,
And the work is entrusted to me and to you. [Chorus]

3 On our right and our left, ev’rywhere they are seen,
As they once thronged the way of the blest Nazarene;
Our commission is plain, we must go in his stead,
And must tell of the blood which for sinners was shed. [Chorus]

4 As ambassadors here for our Savior and Lord
We must hasten away with the life-giving word,
Lest for want of the reapers the harvest should waste,
And because the King’s bus’ness requireth haste. [Chorus]