1 In the vineyard of our Father
Daily work we find to do;
Scattered gleanings we may gather,
Though we are but weak and few;
Help to fill the basket too.
2 Toiling early in the morning,
Catching moments through the day,
Nothing small or lowly scorning,
While we work, and watch, and pray;
Free-will offerings by the way.
3 Not for selfish praise or glory,
Not for objects nothing worth,
But to send the blessèd story
Of the Gospel o'er the earth,
Of our Lord and Saviour's birth.
4 Up and ever at our calling,
Till in death our lips are dumb,
Or till sin's dominion falling,
Christ shall in His kingdom come,
And His children
Reach their everlasting home.
5 Steadfast, then, in our endeavor,
Heavenly Father, may we be;
And forever, and forever,
We will give the praise to Thee;
Singing all eternity.
Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America, 1871