WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?
O what are you going to do, brother?
Say, what are you going to do?
You have thought of some useful labor,
But what is the end in view?
You are fresh from the home of your boyhood,
And just in the bloom of youth!
Have you tasted the sparkling water
That flows from the fountain of truth?
Is your heart in the Saviour's keeping?
Remember he died for you!
Then what are you going to do, brother?
Say, what are you going to do? O what are you going to do, brother?
The morning of youth is past;
The vigor and strength of manhood,
My brother, are yours at last.
You are rising in worldly prospects,
And prospered in worldly things—
A duty to those less favored
The smile of your fortune brings:
Go, prove that your heart is grateful—
The Lord has a work for you!
Then what are you going to do, brother?
Say, what are you going to do? O what are you going to do, brother?
Your sun at its noon is high;
It shines in meridian splendor,
And rides through the cloudless sky.
You are holding a high position
Of honor, of trust and fame—
Are you willing to give the glory
And praise to your Saviour's name?
The regions that sit in darkness
Are stretching their hands to you;
Then what are you going to do, brother?
Say, what are you going to do? O what are you going to do, brother?
The twilight approaches now—
Already your locks are silvered,
And winter is on your brow.
Your talent, your time, your riches,
To Jesus, your Master, give;
Then ask if the world around you,
Is the better because you live.
You are nearing the brink of Jordan,
But still there is work for you;
Then what are you going to do, brother?
Say, what are you going to do?