O Where Are the Reapers?

O where are the reap­ers that gar­ner in

The sheaves of the good from the fields of sin?

With sic­kles of truth must the work be done

And no one may rest till the har­vest home.

Where are the reap­ers? O who will come

And share in the glo­ry of the har­vest home?

O who will help us to gar­ner in

The sheaves of good from the fields of sin?

Go out in the by­ways and search them all;

The wheat may be there but the weeds are tall;

Then search in the high­way

and pass none by;

But ga­ther them all for the home on high.

The fields are all rip­en­ing

and far and wide

The world now is wait­ing the har­vest tide:

But reap­ers are few

and the work is great

And much will be lost should the har­vest wait.

So come with your sic­kles

ye sons of men

And ga­ther to­ge­ther the gold­en grain;

Toil on till the Lord of the har­vest come

Then share ye His joy in the har­vest home.