Reapers for the Harvest

Lo! all rea­dy for the ga­ther­ing

God’s great har­vest stands;

Hark! the reap­ers’ song is ring­ing

Up and down the lands;

Hear you not the call for work­men

Sounding ov­er hill and val­ley?

Answer quick­ly

bring to serv­ice

Willing hearts and hands.

Lo the har­vest

Ripe and rea­dy stands to­day.

See

the Mas­ter com­eth

And He comes this way

Seeking for reap­ers;

Let us an­swer one and all

For a great re­ward is of­fered

If we heed His call.

Awake

awake

the har­vest waits

On ev­ery hill and plain;

Go

and ga­ther in

The sheaves of gold­en grain;

Reaping and bind­ing

Ere the har­vest pass away

Answer quick­ly

We will work to­day.

Great the need

But few have an­swered

Hear the Mas­ter say;

From the work of loy­al ser­vice

Will you turn away?

O for love of Christ who calls you

To be reap­ers in His har­vest

Answer

Mas­ter

I will glad­ly

Work for You to­day.

O ye id­lers

join the chor­us

Of the har­vest song;

Let its mu­sic rise to Heav­en

All the hills along;

Those who reap God’s grain and bind it

And go glean­ing in the by­ways

Find that work done for the Sav­ior

Makes the weak­est strong.