Lo! the Golden Fields Are Smiling

Lo! the gold­en fields are smil­ing

Wherefore idle shouldst thou be?

Great the har­vest

few the work­ers

And the Lord hath need of thee.

Go and work

the time is wan­ing

Let thy ear­nest heart re­ply

To the call so oft re­peat­ed

Blessèd Mas­ter

here am I.

Hark! the song

the song of busy work­ers

In the fields so fair to see;

Go and fill thy place among them

For the Lord hath need of thee.

Take the balm of con­so­la­tion

That so oft has cheered thy heart;

Let some wea­ry bro­ther toil­er

In thy com­fort share a part.

Go and lift the hea­vy bur­den

He has strug­gled long to bear

Go

and kneel­ing down be­side him

Blend thy faith with his in pray­er.

Go and ga­ther souls for Je­sus;

Precious souls thy love may win;

Lead them to the door of mer­cy;

Tell them how to en­ter in.

Go and ga­ther souls for Je­sus;

Work while strength and breath re­main;

What are years of con­stant la­bor

To the joy thou yet shalt gain?

Go

then

work

the Mas­ter call­eth;

Go

no long­er idle be;

Waste no more thy pre­cious mo­ments

For the Lord hath need of Thee.

Once He gave His life thy ran­som

That thy soul with Him might live;

Now the serv­ice He de­mand­eth

Can thy heart re­fuse to give?