1 Do some­thing for Jesus, He does much for thee;
Go work in His vine­yard to­day;
The fields for the har­vest al­rea­dy are white,
And time is fast pass­ing away.
To the wea­ry, go whis­per those words of the Lord,
"Come to Me, and re­ceive of My rest";
If trust­ing in Christ, thou shalt la­bor for Him,
Thy labor will be sure­ly be blest.

2 Go vi­sit the sick, and the lame, and the blind,
Rejoice thou with those that re­joice;
There’s much thou can’st do for Christ now with thy hands,
But more thou can’st do with thy voice.
Don’t wait for a chance to do good, to ap­pear,
But seek thou for some­thing to do;
And al­ways, in all of thy la­bor for Christ,
The glo­ry of Christ keep in view.

3 By and by when the la­bor of love shall be o’er,
The light of thy life fades away,
And glo­ri­ous dawn shall burst bright on thy sight,
The dawn of a mea­surel­ess day.
And when thou hast en­tered the realms of the blest,
Thou shalt kneel at the great shin­ing throne,
And riv­ers of joy shall sweep ov­er thy soul,
At those words of thy Mas­ter, "Well done!"