1 In the vineyard of our Father,
Daily work we find to do;
Scatter'd gleanings we may gather,
Though we are but young and few;
Little clusters, Little clusters,
Help to fill the garners too.
2 Toiling early in the morning.
Catching moments thro' the day,
Nothing small or lowly scorning
While we work, and watch, and pray
Gath'ring gladly Gath'ring gladly
Free-will off'rings by the way.