Oh, Why Should I Be Idle,
While There’s So Much To Do?
The Wheat Is Ripe To Harvest,
And The Labourers Are Few.

The Labourers Are Few,
And Still There’s Much To Do;
The Wheat Is Ripe To Harvest,
And The Labourers Are Few.

Oh, Why Should I Be Idle?
The Morning Sun Is High,
And Soon It Will Be Sinking
Low In The Western Sky.

No I Shall Not Be Idle,
For In God’s Word I See:
“No Idlers In My Vineyard;
Go Thou And Work For Me.”

I’ll Be No Longer Idle,
But Faithful I Will Be;
I’ll Go And Work For Jesus,
I Hear Him Calling Me.

Why Stand Ye All Day Idle?
There’s Harvesting For All;
Oh, Grasp The Flaming Sickle,
And Heed The Master’s Call.

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