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Thomas MacKellar·Modern
Verse 1
In the vineyard of our Father
Daily work we find to do;
Scattered fruit our hands may gather,
Though we are but weak and few;
Little clusters
Help to fill the basket too.
Verse 2
Toiling early in the morning,
Catching moments through the day,
Nothing small or lowly scorning,
So we work, and watch, and pray;
Gathering gladly
Free-will offerings by the way:
Verse 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,
Telling mortals
Of our Lord and Saviour’s birth.
Verse 4
Up and ever at our calling,
Till in death our lips are dumb,
Or till, sin’s dominion falling,
Christ shall in His kingdom come
And His children
Reach their everlasting home.
Verse 5
Steadfast, then, in our endeavor,
Heavenly Father, may we be;
And for ever, and for ever,
We will give the praise to Thee;
Alleluia!
Singing, all eternity.
Thomas MacKellar, “In the Vineyard of Our Father”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 357 · 8.7.8.7.4.7. · Kelveden
John G. Whittier·Modern
Verse 1
Thine are all the gifts, O God,
Thine the broken bread;
Let the naked feet be shod,
And the starving fed.
Verse 2
Let Thy children, by Thy grace,
Give as Thou aboundst,
Till the poor have breathing-space,
And the lost are found.
Verse 3
Wiser than the miser’s hoards
Is the giver’s choice;
Sweeter than the song of birds
Is the thankful voice.
Verse 4
Welcome smiles on faces sad
As the flowers of spring:
Let the tender hearts be glad
With the joy they bring.
Verse 5
Happier for their pity’s sake
Make their sports and plays,
And from lips of childhood take
Thy perfected praise.
John G. Whittier, “Thine Are All the Gifts, O God”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 694 · 7.5.7.5. · (Bruce)