Out where the reapers are toiling Out where they earnestly call, Let us away in the morning, There is a work for us all; Lifting the vines that are drooping, Trying their bloom to renew, Bathing their leaves in a fountain Purer and sweeter than dew. Refrain Out where the reapers are toiling, Out where they earnestly call, Let us away, away in the morning, There is a work for us all. Out where the gleaners are toiling, Patiently, cheerfully still, If we are willing to labor, Here is a place we can fill; Speaking a word to the weary, Helping the weak ones along, Shedding bright sunshine around them, Cheering their hearts with a song. Refrain Out where the sheaves they are binding, Sheaves for the garner above, Go in the Name of the Master, Go in the spirit of love; Hark! He is tenderly saying, ?Work in My vineyard today?; Haste, for the summer is waning, Harvest is passing away. Refrain
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