O Still in Accents Sweet and Strong

O still in ac­cents sweet and strong

Sounds forth the an­cient word—

More reap­ers for white har­vest fields

More la­bor­ers for the Lord.

We hear the call; in dreams no more

In self­ish ease we lie

But

gird­ed for our Fa­ther’s work

Go forth be­neath His sky.

Where pro­phets’ word

and mar­tyrs’ blood

And pray­ers of saints were sown

We

to their la­bors en­ter­ing in

Would reap where they have strown.

O Thou whose call our hearts has stirred!

To do Thy will we come;

Thrust in our sick­les at Thy Word

And bear our har­vest home.