1 Have you nothing to do? in this world of ours,
When weeds spring up with the fairest flowers,
Where smiles have oft but a fitful play,
Where hearts are breaking every day.
Refrain:
Plenty to do! plenty to do!
O my brother, there’s labor for you.
2 Have you nothing to do? there are minds to teach
The simplest language of Christian speech;
There are souls to win with your loving wile,
From the lowest haunts of sin’s defile. [Refrain]
3 Have you nothing to do? there are prayers to lay
On the altar, as incense by night and day;
There are foes to battle, within, without,
And errors to conquer though strong and stout. [Refrain]
4 Have you nothing to do? there are lambs to feed,
The precious hope of the church’s need,
And strength to be borne to the weak and faint,
And vigils to keep with the suffering saint. [Refrain]
5 Have you nothing to do? O Christian soul,
Why wrap thee round in thy selfish stole?
Fling off thy garments of sloth and sin,
For Christ, thy Lord, hath a world to win. [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #15956