Go, work in my vineyard, there's plenty to do

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.

Chorus:
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]

Source: International Song Service: with Bright Gems from fifty authors, for Sunday-schools, gospel meetings, missionary and young people's societies, prayer-meetings, etc. #63