A Call to Reapers

The har­vest is white and the reap­ers are few

While thou­sands are dy­ing in sin

And the Sav­ior ab­ove is call­ing for you

To ga­ther the lost ones in.

Gather them in

the gold­en grain

Go ga­ther from fields of sin;

The har­vest is white and the glean­ers are few

O reap­ers! Ga­ther the last ones in.

The Lord of the har­vest ap­peals un­to you

To go out in the fields of sin

And tell to the world this Gos­pel so true

And win­ning the lost ones to Him.

The Sav­ior is with us

so bu­ry your fears;

Your la­bors will not be in vain;

In the morn­ing sow seed and bathe them in tears

Returning at eve with grain.

When life’s work is done and we ga­ther at home

With mill­ions now wait­ing us there

Every soul we have won will add a bright star

To the beau­ti­ful crown we shall wear.