Ho! Reapers of Life’s Harvest

Ho! reap­ers of life’s har­vest

Why stand with rust­ed blade

Until the night draws round thee

And day be­gins to fade?

Why stand ye idle

wait­ing

For reap­ers more to come?

The gold­en morn is pass­ing

Why sit ye idle

dumb?

Thrust in your sharp­ened sic­kle

And ga­ther in the grain

The night is fast ap­proach­ing

And soon will come again;

The Mas­ter calls for reap­ers

And shall He call in vain?

Shall sheaves lie there un­ga­thered

And waste up­on the plain?

Mount up the heights of wis­dom

And crush each er­ror low;

Keep back no words of know­ledge

That hu­man hearts should know.

Be faith­ful to thy mis­sion

In serv­ice of thy Lord

And then a gold­en chap­let

Shall be thy just re­ward.