I Cannot Be Idle, For Jesus Says, “Go
And Work In My Harvest Today;
And Then At The Evening, When Labor Is Done,
Whatever Is Right I Will Pay.”

Then Away To The Work I Will Go,
And Join In The Reaping Of Grain,
And Back From The Harvest With Beautiful Sheaves,
I’ll Come With Rejoicing Again.

I Cannot Be Idle, The Fields Are So White,
And Numberless Sheaves Will Be Lost;
They Perish For Want Of More Reapers To Save,
How Awful To Think Of The Cost!

I Cannot Be Idle, Soon Time Will Be O’er,
And Reaping Be Ended For Aye;
I’ll Gather The Lost From The Byways Of Sin
To Walk In The Beautiful Way.

I Cannot Be Idle, No Time For Repose,
My Resting Shall Be Over There,
Where All Of The Faithful In Heaven Above
A Crown Of Bright Glory Shall Wear.

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