1 Not where the work is the lightest,
Jesus may call thee to go,
Not where the yield is the greatest,
Jesus may ask thee to sow;
But where the fields are so barren,
Nought that is fruit can be found,
Digging ‘mid weeds, and the briers,
Painfully tilling the ground.
Oh, then, to hear when he calls thee!
Listening, all shall be plain,
Oh, then, to go where he bids thee!
Little, or much be the gain.
2 Not by the side of the reapers
Jesus may call thee today,
Not where the workmen are busy
Binding the sheaves far away;
But with the gleaners so patient,
Gath’ring the grains one by one,
Bringing to Jesus the handful,
Hearing the joyful “well done.” [Refrain]