There’s a Work for Each of Us

Our mas­ter has tak­en His jour­ney

To a coun­try that’s far away

And has left us the care of the vine­yard

To work for Him day by day.

There’s a work for me and a work for you

Something for each of us now to do

Yes

a work for me and a work for you

Something for each of us now to do.

In this lit­tle while

doth it mat­ter

As we work

and we watch

and we wait;

If we’re fill­ing the place He as­signs us

Be its serv­ice small or great.

There’s on­ly one thing should con­cern us

To find just the task that is ours;

And then

hav­ing found it

to do it

With all of our God-giv’n pow­ers.

Our mas­ter is com­ing most sure­ly

To reck­on with ev­ery one;

Shall we then count our toil or our sor­row

If His sen­tence be

Well done?