Work for Us All

Out where the reap­ers are toil­ing

Out where they ear­nest­ly call

Let us away in the morn­ing

There is a work for us all;

Lifting the vines that are droop­ing

Trying their bloom to re­new

Bathing their leaves in a fount­ain

Purer and sweet­er than dew.

Out where the reap­ers are toil­ing

Out where they ear­nest­ly call

Let us away

away in the morn­ing

There is a work for us all.

Out where the glean­ers are toil­ing

Patiently

cheer­ful­ly still

If we are will­ing to la­bor

Here is a place we can fill;

Speaking a word to the wea­ry

Helping the weak ones along

Shedding bright sun­shine around them

Cheering their hearts with a song.

Out where the sheaves they are bind­ing

Sheaves for the gar­ner ab­ove

Go in the name of the Mas­ter

Go in the spir­it of love;

Hark! He is ten­der­ly say­ing

Work in My vine­yard to­day;

Haste

for the sum­mer is wan­ing

Harvest is pass­ing away.