1. In the vineyard of our Father,
Daily work we find to do;
Scattered gleanings we may gather
Though we are so young and few.
Little handfuls, Little handfuls,
Help to fill the garners, too.
2. Toiling in the early morning,
Catching moments thro' the day;
Nothing small or lowly scorning
As along our path we stray;
Giving gladly, Giving gladly,
Free will offerings by the way.
3. Not for selfish praise or glory,
Not for objects nothing worth,
But to send the blessed story
Of the gospel o'er the earth.
Tell the heathen, Tell the heathen
Of the Lord and Saviour's birth.