1 Hear the Master’s earnest call,
There is work for one and all;
Go and work, go and work—
On your ears may fall this sound,
Stand not always idly round,
Go where labor may be found;
Go and work.

Refrain:
Go and work,
For the harvest fields are white,
Go and work,
Gather sheaves while yet ‘tis light,
Go and labor one and all,
Lest the night upon you fall,
And you hear no more the call,
Go and work.

2 Hear the Master’s call to you,
There is plenty work to do;
Go and work, go and work,
Dying souls are ev’rywhere,
Bowed with sorrow, sin and care,
You should go and labor there,
Go where labor may be found;
Go and work. [Refrain]

3 Hear the Master calling yet,
Soul, why stand and doubt, and fret,
Go and work, go and work,
There is labor to be done,
Precious souls that may be won,
Ere the setting of the sun,
Go and work. [Refrain]