Scripture Verse

The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few. Matthew 9:37


A. Parke Burgess (1835–1901)

Words: A. Parke Bur­gess, in Hymns of Chris­tian En­dea­vor, ed­it­ed by Sam­uel W. Ad­ri­ance (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Unit­ed So­cie­ty of Chris­tian En­dea­vor, 1888), num­ber 30.

Music: Gun­ston Wil­son L. Rems­berg (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

Wilson L. Remsberg (1848–1944)


What a work to do for Je­sus!
Work for you and work for me,
Work for all who trust His mer­it,
All who would His glo­ry see;
Though we fill a low­ly sta­tion,
And our tal­ent be but small,
Though we are but young dis­ci­ples,
We must heed the Sav­ior’s call.

What a work to do for Je­sus
And the per­ish­ing around,
Souls that by His blood are ran­somed,
Telling them the joy­ful sound!
Oh, the lost and dying mill­ions,
Wandering from God as­tray,
You and I may help to lead them,
In the straight and nar­row way.

What a work to do for Je­sus,
Work for heart and hand and brain!
Sowing aye, be­side all wa­ters,
Precious seeds of gold­en grain;
Going forth in life’s glad morn­ing,
Happy with the Mas­ter’s love,
And at eve re­turn­ing, la­den
For the Wel­come Home above.

Oh, the sac­red in­spir­ation,
Blest each heart by grace made free,
From the cross and from the gard­en,
This I free­ly do for Thee!
Can our lips be dumb in si­lence,
All un­moved by Love’s be­quest?
Can we close our eyes in slum­ber?
Can we fold our hands to rest?