1 There is plenty to do in this world of ours;
There are weeds to pluck from among its flow’rs;
There are fields to sow, there are fields to reap;
There are vineyards to set on the mountain steep;
There are forests to plant, and forests to fell,
And homes to be guilded on hillside and dell.
Refrain:
Oh, there’s plenty to do, there’ plenty to do.
There’s plenty around us to do.
2 There are fountains of sin and of sorrow to seal;
There are fountains to open,—the nations to heal;
There are brave words to speak, there are songs to be sung;
There are doors to be opened, and bells to be rung;
There’s a conflict to wage with the armies of sin;
There’s a fortress to hold, and a fortress to win. [Refrain]
3 There is plenty to do over all the land;—
Work, crowding the brain, the heart, and the hand;
There are millions to feed in the world’s busy hive;
There are railroads to build, and engines to drive;
There are pathways to mark over mountain and lea;
There are harps to be hung in the depths of the sea. [Refrain]
4 There is plenty to do: there are children to teach;
And evangel of love and of mercy to preach;
The fallen to lift, the proud to abase,
To bring right and wrong to their own fitting place;
There’s an ensign to plant on the heights by the sea;
There’s work for the million—for you and for me. [Refrain]
Source: Triumphant Songs No.1 #92