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!