Harvest Fields Are Waiting

Harvest fields are wait­ing

White the wav­ing grain;

Christ the Mas­ter call­eth

Soon the day will wane.

Hasten at His bid­ding

Join the reap­er band

Help them at their la­bor

Work with will­ing hand.

Harvest fields are wait­ing

Labor while you may;

Time is swift­ly fly­ing

Come and work to­day.

Harvest fields are wait­ing

Do not lin­ger long;

Borne up­on the breez­es

Comes the reap­er’s song.

Patiently

O toil­er

Pluck the gold­en grain

Ere the shades of ev­en­ing

Fall o’er hill and plain.

Harvest fields are wai­ting:

Who will come to­day

Join the band of reap­ers

Bear the sheaves away?

Soon the day of toil­ing

Will be ev­er past;

May the Mas­ter’s greet­ing

Be Well done at last!