Go Work In My Vineyard

"Go work in My vineyard," there's plenty to do;

The harvest is great and the lab'rers are few;

There's weeding and fencing, and clearing of roots,

And plowing, and sowing, and gath'ring of fruits.

There are foxes to take, there are wolves to destroy,

All ages and ranks I can fully employ;

I've sheep to be tended, and lambs to be fed;

The lost must be gathered, the weary ones led.

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Go work, go work, go work in My vineyard; there's plenty to do;

Go work, go work, the harvest is great, and the lab'rers are few.

"Go work in My vineyard"; I claim thee as Mine;

With blood did I buy thee and all that is thine-

Thy time and thy talents, thy loftiest powers,

Thy warmest affections, thy sunniest hours.

I willingly yielded My kingdom for thee,

The song of archangels- to hang on the tree,

In pain and temptation, in anguish and shame,

I paid thy full ransom; My purchase I claim

Refrain

"Go work in My vineyard"; oh, work while 'tis day!

The bright hours of sunshine are hastening away,

And night's gloomy shadows are gathering fast;

The time for our labor will ever be past.

Begin in the morning and toil all the day;

Thy strength I'll supply, and thy wages I'll pay;

And blessèd, thrice blessèd, the diligent few,

Who finish the labor I've giv'n them to do.

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