Go into the Field

lyricist: Brown Rowland, 1915
Composer: Samuel Beazley

Stand no long­er idle

heed the call;

Go to work for Je­sus

one and all;

Fields are wait­ing for your hands to­day;

Take up your sick­les and speed away.

Go in­to the field

ga­ther in the yield;

Labor for the Lord

gain the great re­ward;

Reapers

the hours are speed­ing

Jesus your help is need­ing;

Shall He call in vain?

Go in­to the field

reap the gold­en yield;

Heed His lov­ing plea

true to Je­sus be;

Love for the Mas­ter show­ing

Work while the sun is glow­ing;

Gather now the grain.

There to shield and help you He will be;

Fruitage of your la­bors you shall see;

His dear voice shall cheer you thru the day;

Singing a car­ol

O speed away.

Jesus will re­ward for what you do;

Life’s fair crown of glo­ry give to you;

Perfect rest when ends life’s lit­tle day;

Reapers

get ready and speed away.

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