Let Me Stay

lyricist: Morse Clute, 1879
Composer: Lewis Hartsough

Let me stay: I fain would la­bor

In the vine­yard of the Lord;

For the fields are rea­dy

whit­en­ing

Jesus says so in His word.

Let me thrust the Spir­it’s sic­kle

In the fields al­rea­dy white;

Let me blow the Gos­pel trum­pet

Let me do with all my might.

Let me stay and wear the ar­mor

That my Fa­ther doth sup­ply;

Let me cheer the brok­en-heart­ed

Help the pil­grim on his way

Let me point the poor and needy

To a bound­less store of grace

To a man­sion in the heav­ens

Where the wea­ry are at rest.

Let me stay and warn poor sin­ners

Of the dan­ger they are in

While by Christ they’re un­pro­tect­ed

Foes with­out and foes with­in.

Let me tell how Je­sus loved them

When He died up­on the tree

When He cried in grief and ang­uish

Why has Thou for­sak­en Me?

Let me stay a lit­tle long­er

Gathering for the gar­ner great

Golden sheaves

oh

pre­cious jewels

Stars in Je­sus’ crown com­plete.

Let me fin­ish all my la­bor;

Then my ar­mor I’ll lay down

And with Je­sus Christ

my Sav­ior

Ever wear a star­ry crown.

Then I’ll range the fields of Heav­en

And with an­gels ev­er sing

Hallelujah! glo­ry! glo­ry!

Hallelujah to my king!

Then with white-robed ser­aphs wor­ship

’Round the Fa­ther’s great white throne

Always cry­ing

Thou art wor­thy!

O my God

and Thou alone!

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