In the vineyard of our Father
Daily work we find to do;
Scattered fruit our hands may gather,
Though we are but weak and few;
Little clusters
Help to fill the basket, too.
Toiling early in the morning,
Catching moments through the day,
Nothing small or lowly scorning,
So we work, and watch, and pray;
Gathering gladly
Free will offerings by the way.
Not for selfish praise or glory,
Not for objects nothing worth,
But to send the bless�d story
Of the Gospel o�er the earth,
Telling mortals
Of our Lord and Savior�s birth.
Up and ever at our calling,
Till in death our lips are dumb,
Or till, sin�s dominion falling,
Christ shall in His kingdom come,
And His children
Reach their everlasting home.
Steadfast, then, in our endeavor,
Heavenly Father, may we be;
And forever, and forever,
We will give the praise to Thee;
Alleluia!
Singing, all eternity.
