1 Long, O Master, in Thy vineyard
Thro’ the dust and heat of day,
I have toiled, and with my burden,
Come I now thro’ shadows gray.

Refrain:
Toiling in Thy vineyard
All day long with weary feet,
Glad to rest when evening cometh,
And the hours are cool and sweet.

2 Tangled vines and faded flowers
Hidden lie among my sheaves,
Look’st Thou sorrowful, O Master?
Is there nothing there but leaves? [Refrain]

3 Purge, Thou, then, the sheaves so worthless,
That I lay at Thy dear feet,
So they yield Thee at the harvest
Only finest of the wheat. [Refrain]