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.
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,