The Fields Are White to Harvest

The fields are white to har­vest

The grain is fall­ing fast

And soon the time of reap­ing

Forever will be past.

The har­vest bells! oh

how they ring;

To one and all they say

O come

the bless­èd Gos­pel sing

Come work and watch and pray.

Come ov­er then and help us

The har­vest bells do say

Come quick­ly to the res­cue;

This call we must ob­ey.

Then do not tar­ry long­er

Make haste

the bells do say

As ev­ery­where they’re ring­ing

Work while ’tis called to­day.

Then let us pray and la­bor

Until the end we see

’Till eve­ry friend and neigh­bor

From Sa­tan shall be free.