See the shining fields of waving grain
See the harvest fields so white!
Overspreading every hill and plain
There is work that each may do
Work for me
and work for you;
And the laborers are so very few
In the harvest fields so white!
Hear the Savior
as He calleth thee
To the harvest fields so white!
Come and labor earnestly for Me
Haste! the Master’s urgent call obey
Quickly join the reapers’ ranks today
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