WHY STAND YE HERE ALL THE DAY IDLE?
By M. W.
How few are the laborers toiling for God,
Yet how vast is the field, and the harvest how great;
The calling so glorious, so rich the reward,
Yet idlers, with talents abundant, still wait.
The time is so short we have nothing to do!
Though the time of trouble we've yet to pass through. Why stand ye here all the day idle? he said,
Go work in my vineyard, there's labor for all.
Ye shall have what is right,—my children need bread;
Then give of your substance, and help me to call
Them out from the wilderness into my fold;
My reward is a crown of bright jewels and gold. If time be so short, then haste thee away.
Dear brother, dear sister, go work at your post,
Go sacrifice all, and your vows humbly pay,
Redeeming the time you have heretofore lost.
Give the Lord all you have, all you are, and be blest.
Share with Christ of his sufferings, then of his rest.