The Golden Harvest (#314) | H. R. Jeffrey, 1911
Oh, why should I be idle,
While there’s so much to do?
The wheat is ripe to harvest,
And the laborers are few.
Refrain:
The laborers are few,
And still there’s much to do;
The wheat is ripe to harvest,
And the laborers are few.
Oh, why should I be idle?
The morning sun is high,
And soon it will be sinking
Low in the western sky.
No I shall not be idle,
For in God’s word I see:
“No idlers in My vineyard;
Go thou and work for Me.”
I’ll be no longer idle,
But faithful I will be;
I’ll go and work for Jesus,
I hear Him calling me.
Why stand ye all day idle?
There’s harvesting for all;
Oh, grasp the flaming sickle,
And heed the Master’s call.