The A.M.E. Zion Hymnal ‎#437

437. It May Not Be Our Lot to Wield

1 It may not be our lot to wield
The sickle in the ripened field;
Nor ours to hear, on summer eves,
The reaper's song among the sheaves.

2 Yet where our duty's task is wrought
In unison with God's great thought,
The near and future blend in one,
And whatsoe'er is willed, is done.

3 And ours the grateful service whence
Comes, day by day, the recompense;
The hope, the trust, the purpose stayed,
The fountain, and the noonday shade.

4 And were this life the utmost span,
The only end and aim of man,
Better the toil of fields like these
Than waking dream and slothful ease.

5 But life, though falling like our grain,
Like that revives and springs again;
And, early called, how blest are they
Who wait in heaven their harvest day!

AMEN.

Text Information

• First Line: It may not be our lot to wield
• Title: It May Not Be Our Lot to Wield
• Author: John G Whittier, 1807-1892
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1999
• Topic: The Call to Service

Tune Information

• Name: ABENDS
• Composer: Herbert S Oakeley, 1830-19-3
• Meter: L. M.
• Key: A♭ Major