In the vineyard of our Father

In the vineyard of our FatherDaily work we find to do;Scattered gleanings we may gather,Though we are but young and few;Little clusters, little clustersHelp to fill the garners too.

Toiling early in the morning,Catching moments through the day,Nothing small or lowly scorningWhile we work, and watch, and pray;Gathering gladlyFree-will offerings by the way.

Not for selfish praise or glory,Nor for things of transient worth,But to send the blessed storyOf the gospel o'er the earth,Telling mortalsOf our Lord and Saviour'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 childrenReach 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.