The Master Says, Go!

Go work in My vine­yard

the Mas­ter says

Go!

The fruit­age is glint­ing with rich

rud­dy glow;

The sun of the morn­ing is now in the west

The day’s ear­ly glean­ers are faint­ing for rest;

With ho­ly com­pass­ion

and hearts all aglow

Go work in My vine­yard

the Mas­ter says

Go!

Oh

heed now the call­ing; up

while it is day;

Perhaps

in life’s dawn­ing

thy strength may de­cay;

Then give un­to Je­sus the dew of thy youth

And seek thro’ His mer­cy

the sun­light of truth;

With ho­ly com­pass­ion

and hearts all aglow

Go work in My vine­yard

the Mas­ter says

Go!

Oh

haste to the vine­yard; the Mas­ter’s own voice

Has called you to du­ty; He’ll bid you re­joice

When

safe in His king­dom

on Heav­en’s bright shore

The fruit­age is ga­thered

and la­bor is o’er;

With ho­ly com­pass­ion

and hearts all aglow

Oh

haste to the vine­yard

the Mas­ter says

Go!

Forever in glo­ry the faith­ful shall sing

Our day’s work was giv­en to Je­sus our king;

And thro’ the rich full­ness of faith in His love

The vin­tage is ga­thered

and gar­nered above;

We entered the vine­yard with hearts all aglow

And toiled for our mas­ter when Je­sus said

Go!