1 O servant that, knowing thy Master’s command,
Still withholdeth from labor thy heart and thy hand,
He is calling this moment and saying to thee,—
For thy fruit I have waited,—what hast thou for me?
Refrain:
What hast thou for me? what hast thou for me?
For thy fruit I have waited,—what hast thou for me?
2 The dews of his mercy have dropped like the rain,
He has crowned thee with blessings again and again,
But, alas! disappointed, he saith unto thee,—
For thy fruit I have waited,—what hast thou for me? [Refrain]
3 Remember the fig tree that fruitless was found,
And they said, cut it down, for it cumbers the ground;
But the Lord of the vineyard, how patient with thee!
For thy fruit I have waited,—what hast thou for me? [Refrain]
4 While others are reaping and binding the sheaves
Wilt thou bring as thy off’ring a bundle of leaves?
Still thy kind, loving Master is saying to thee,—
For thy fruit I have waited,—what hast thou for me? [Refrain]
Source: The Ark of Praise #7