1 "Go work in My vineyard," the Master says, "go!"
The fruitage is glinting with rich, ruddy glow;
The sun of the morning is now in the west,
The day’s early gleaners are fainting for rest;
With holy compassion, and hearts all aglow,
"Go work in My vineyard," the Master says, "go!"
2 Oh, heed now the calling; up, while it is day;
Perhaps, in life’s dawning, thy strength may decay;
Then give unto Jesus the dew of thy youth,
And seek thro’ His mercy, the sunlight of truth;
With holy compassion, and hearts all aglow,
"Go work in My vineyard," the Master says, "go!"
3 Oh, haste to the vineyard; the Master’s own voice
Has called you to duty; He’ll bid you rejoice,
When, safe in His kingdom, on Heaven’s bright shore,
The fruitage is gathered, and labor is o’er;
With holy compassion, and hearts all aglow,
"Oh, haste to the vineyard," the Master says, "go!"
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9958