Our school is a vine­yard, a gar­den of truth,
Where all can do some­thing for Je­sus;
And though we are just in the morn­ing of youth,
We all can do some­thing for Je­sus;
The deep, roll­ing ri­ver that flows to the sea
Is made of the brook­let that spar­kles so free;
A les­son, dear child­ren, for you and for me,
We all can do some­thing for Je­sus.
The deep, roll­ing ri­ver that flows to the sea
Is made of the brook­let that spar­kles so free.

Refrain

We all can do some­thing for Je­sus,
Something, some­thing,
We all can do some­thing for Je­sus,
Something for Je­sus.

A word to the err­ing, of kind­ness and love,
May oft­en remind them of Je­sus;
A song of our beau­ti­ful man­sion above,
May lead a poor wan­d’rer to Je­sus;
The acorn, when plant­ed, though small it may be,
How quick­ly it grows to a wide spread­ing tree;
A les­son, dear child­ren, for you and for me,
We all can do some­thing for Je­sus.
The acorn, when plant­ed, though small it may be,
How quick­ly it grows to a wide spread­ing tree.

Refrain

Oh! sweet­er, far sweet­er, than rich­es or fame,
To feel we are work­ing for Je­sus;
The cup of cold wa­ter we give in His name,
Will bring us the bless­ings of Je­sus;
The brook and the acorn, the leaf and the tree
Are teach­ing a les­son to you and to me;
No mat­ter how sim­ple the ef­fort may be,
We all can do some­thing for Je­sus.
The brook and the acorn, the leaf and the tree
Are teach­ing a les­son to you and to me.

Refrain