Saints of God! The Dawn Is Brightening

Saints of God! the dawn is bright­en­ing

Token of our com­ing Lord:

O’er the earth the field is whit­en­ing;

Louder rings the Mas­ter’s Word;

Pray for reap­ers

pray for reap­ers

In the har­vest of the Lord!

Feebly now they toil in sad­ness

Weeping o’er the waste around

Slowly ga­ther­ing grains of glad­ness

While their ec­ho­ing cries re­sound

Pray that reap­ers

pray that reap­ers

In God’s har­vest may abound.

Now

O Lord

ful­fill Thy plea­sure

Breathe upon Thy chos­en band

And

with Pen­te­cost­al mea­sure

Send forth reap­ers o’er our land;

Faithful reap­ers

faith­ful reap­ers

Gathering sheaves for Thy right hand.

Broad the sha­dow of our na­tion

Eager mil­lions hi­ther roam;

Lo! they wait for Thy sal­va­tion;

Come

Lord Je­sus! quick­ly come!

By Thy Spir­it

by Thy Spir­it

Bring Thy ran­somed people home.

Soon shall end the time of weep­ing

Soon the reap­ing time will come;

Heaven and earth to­ge­ther keep­ing

God’s eter­nal har­vest home.

Saints and an­gels

saints and an­gels

Shout the world’s great har­vest home.