1 The Master has lent us a season
To live and obey His commands;
The fields are all white for the harvest,
And calling for diligent hands;
We know that the day is so fleeting,
We should labor before it is late;
Are we making the most of our moments,
Or, still do we linger and wait?
Are we making the most of our moments?
We must give an account by and by;
And we know not what summons awaits us,
To call us to mansions on high.
2 The master is with those who love Him,
And guides them with tenderest hand
To fields that are fair, and to pastures,
So green in the beautiful land;
But He bids us “be up and doing!”
For we know not the hour or day,
When we shall be called from this labor
To realms that are far, far away. [Refrain]
Born: February 5, 1854, New Marlborough, Connecticut.
Died: October 13, 1916, Manhattan, Kansas.
Daughter of Mr. and Edward A. Pixley, but orphaned as an infant, Laura was adopted by her aunt, then Mrs. Hiram Mabie, who at the time lived in New York. In 1858, the Mabie family moved to a farm south of where Wamego, Kansas, now stands. Two years after the move, Mr. Mabie died, and his wife resumed teaching.
In 1860, Mrs. Mabie accepted a position in Topeka, Kansas, where she taught many years. Under her tutelage, Laura received her education. As early as age 12, Laura was writing rhymes, and two years later her poems began to appear in local newspapers. She had no thought of a literary career; she simply wrote… Go to person page >