I Dare Not Idle Stand

Verse 1

I dare not idle stand, While here on ev'ry hand The whit’ning fields declare the harvest near; A gleaner I would be, And gather, Lord, for thee, Lest I with empty hand at last appear.

Chorus

Working for the Master, For the home on high; A gleaner I would be, And gather, Lord, for thee, Lest I with empty hand at last appear.

Verse 2

I dare not idle stand, While over all the land Poor wand’ring souls need humble help like mine; Far brighter than the gem In monarch’s diadem, Each soul a star in Jesus’ crown may shine.

Chorus 2

Working for the Master, For the home on high; Far brighter than the gem In monarch’s diadem, Each soul a star in Jesus’ crown may shine.

Verse 3

I dare not idle stand, But at the Lord’s command For him I’ll labor on this life-short day; The eve will come at last, Day labor soon is past, Eternal rest will then my toil repay.

Chorus 3

Working for the Master, For the home on high; The eve will come at last, Day labor soon is past, Eternal rest will then my toil repay.