I dare not idle stand, while here on every hand

1 I dare not idle stand,
While here on ev'ry hand
The whit’ning fields declare the harvest near;
A gleaner I would be,
And gather, Lord, for thee,
Lest I with empty hand at last appear.

Working for the Master,
For the home on high;
A gleaner I would be,
And gather, Lord, for thee,
Lest I with empty hand at last appear.

2 I dare not idle stand,
While over all the land
Poor wand’ring souls need humble help like mine;
Far brighter than the gem
In monarch’s diadem,
Each soul a star in Jesus’ crown may shine.

Working for the Master,
For the home on high;
Far brighter than the gem
In monarch’s diadem,
Each soul a star in Jesus’ crown may shine.

3 I dare not idle stand,
But at the Lord’s command
For him I’ll labor on this life-short day;
The eve will come at last,
Day labor soon is past,
Eternal rest will then my toil repay.

Working for the Master,
For the home on high;
The eve will come at last,
Day labor soon is past,
Eternal rest will then my toil repay.

Source: Pearls of Praise #129

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