The fields are white
the harvest waits
The reaper’s hand to garner in
The sheaves of good for Christ the Lord
From out those earthly fields of sin.
Go bring them in
go bring them in
The souls for whom Christ died;
Tell out the news
the blessèd news
Of our Redeemer crucified.
Go ye into the whole wide world
And teach of Christ to men undone;
Till He shall everywhere be known
And many souls to Him be won.
To those that work
the blest reward
As stars they shall forever shine:
When I shall all My jewels count
In that glad day they shall be Mine.
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