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
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�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 bless�d, thrice bless�d, the diligent few,
Who finish the labor I�ve giv�n them to do.
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