1 Why stand ye here idle? The householder said; Go work in my vineyard, And ye shall be paid: "No person hath hired us," They answering say; And then to their labor Quickly they haste away.
Chorus: "Go work in my vineyard, Our Savior doth say; Why stand ye here idle, Why longer delay? "Go work in my vineyard," Our Savior doth say; "Why stand ye here idle Thro'out the long bright day?"
2 Why stand ye here idle? Our Lord doth inquire; Who works in his vineyard, He giveth his hire: Then speed to your labor, Go every one; The moments are passing, And there is much to be done. [Chorus]
3 Why stand ye here idle? The lab'rers are few; Oh haste to the harvest! 'Tis ready for you: Go thrust in your sickle, And reap with your might; Each sheaf should be gathered, Ere we behold the night. [Chorus]
4 Alas! for the idlers, Lamenting at last; "The summer is ended, The harvest is past: The heat and the burden, The reapers have braved; Our work is unfinished Still, and our souls unsaved." [Chorus]
| Minnetonka Songs: for Sabbath Schools, compiled especially for the Minnetonka Sabbath-School Assembly #58 (1879) |