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?