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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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?

Refrain