1 "Go work in My vineyard," There's plenty to do,
The harvest is great and the lab'rers are few;
There's weeding and fencing, and clearing of roots,
And ploughing and sowing, and gath'ring the fruits.
There are foxes to take, there are wolves to destroy,
All ages and ranks I can fully employ.
I've sheep to be tended, and lambs to be fed,
The lost must be gathered, the weary ones led.
Go work, go work, go work in My vineyard;
There's plenty to do,
Go work, go work,
The harvest is great and the lab'rers are few.
2 "Go work in My vineyard," I claim thee as Mine
With blood did I buy thee, and all that is thine;
Thy time and thy talents, thy loftiest powers,
Thy warmest affections, thy sunniest hours.
I willingly yielded My kingdom for thee,
The song of archangels to hang on the tree;
In pain and temptation, in anguish and shame,
I paid thy full ransom; My purchase I claim. [Chorus]
3 "Go work" in My vineyard;" oh, "work while 'tis day,"
The bright hours of sunshine are hastening away;
And night's gloomy shadows are gathering fast;
Then the time for our labor shall ever be past.
Begin in the morning, and toil all the day,
Thy strength I'll supply and thy wages I'll pay;
And blessed, thrice blessed the diligent few,
Who finish the labor I've given them to do. [Chorus]
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