Reapers Are Needed (DeArmond)

Hark to the mu­sic re­sound­ing

Reapers are need­ed to­day;

Fields are all white

to the har­vest

Let us be up and away!

Ever the Mas­ter is call­ing

Hasten! the sha­dows are fall­ing;

On to the har­vest field

Gather the gold­en yield

Precious sheaves.

Hark! hark! comes the song

On! on! join the throng;

Forth with joy­ful

lov­ing heart

Bravely do your part;

Hark! hark! rings the call;

Haste! haste! one and all;

On where the har­vest stands

Waiting for will­ing hands

Souls to win.

Forward with hearts full of glad­ness

Reapers

I pray you

make haste;

Grain there is rea­dy and wait­ing

If not soon ga­thered

will waste;

Then let us hear you re­ply­ing

Labor with cour­age un­dy­ing

Send up a word of cheer

Tell of the rest so near

Rest at home.

Hark to the song they are singing!

See

they have trea­sures so rare;

Soon will the har­vest be ended

Haste

then

their tro­phies to share.

Let no one be id­ly dream­ing

Look! look! the har­vest is gleam­ing

Join ye the reap­ing band

Lend them a help­ing hand

Ere the night.