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“Go work in My vineyard,”
there’s plenty to do;
The harvest is great
and the lab’rers are few;
There’s weeding and fencing,
and clearing of roots,
And plowing, and sowing,
and gath’ring of fruits.
There are foxes to take,
there are wolves to destroy,
All ages and ranks
I can fully employ;
I’ve sheep to be tended,
and lambs to be fed;
The lost must be gathered,
the weary ones led.
Go work, go work,
go work in My vineyard;
there’s plenty to do;
Go work, go work,
the harvest is great,
and the lab’rers are few.
“Go work in My vineyard”;
I claim thee as Mine;
With blood did I buy thee
and all that is thine—
Thy time and thy talents,
thy loftiest powers,
Thy warmest affections,
thy sunniest hours.
I willingly yielded
There are foxes to take,
there are wolves to destroy,
All ages and ranks
I can fully employ;
I’ve sheep to be tended,
and lambs to be fed;
The lost must be gathered,
the weary ones led.
Go work, go work,
go work in My vineyard;
there’s plenty to do;
Go work, go work,
the harvest is great,
and the lab’rers are few.
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GO WORK IN MY VINEYARD
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