Harvest Bells

O Christ­ian! do not fal­ter

The har­vest field is white

And ma­ny souls are sink­ing

Into eter­nal night.

The har­vest bells are ring­ing

We hear them night and day;

The har­vest bells are peal­ing

Go work

and watch

and pray;

The har­vest bells are peal­ing

Go work

watch

pray.

O reap­ers! quick­ly ga­ther

The pre­cious gold­en sheaves

That day and night are fall­ing

Like au­tumn’s wi­thered leaves.

So few we find the lab’rers

The har­vest

oh

how great!

Then slum­ber not

dear Christ­ian

For soon ’twill be too late.