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.

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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.

In this “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.

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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 pow’rs.

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Our Master is coming most surely,
To reckon with every one;
Shall we then count our toil or our sorrow,
If His sentence be, “Well done”?

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