The Harvest Is White

lyricist: Horatio Abbey, 1874
Composer: Alonzo Abbey

The har­vest is white! The la­borers are few

And work is abun­dant for Christ­ians to do.

The poor and the fam­ished

Are cry­ing for bread

The sick must be cared for

the hung­ry be fed.

Go forth to the har­vest

go work for the Lord

The least act of kind­ness shall have its re­ward.

Go forth to the har­vest

go work for the Lord

The least act of kind­ness shall have its re­ward.

The har­vest is white! From far dist­ant lands

The heath­en are cry­ing with up­lift­ed hands.

While rings loud and clear

The com­mand of the Lord

Go ye to all na­tions

and pub­lish My Word.

Go forth to the har­vest

go

la­bor with might

The day is fast pass­ing

soon com­eth the night.

Go forth to the har­vest

go

labor with might

The day is fast pass­ing

soon com­eth the night.

The har­vest is white! On all sides around

The woe strick­en fol­low­ers of Sa­tan abound;

Degraded

de­based and cor­rupt­ed with sin

From street and from al­ley

go ga­ther them in.

Go forth to the har­vest

there’s no time to lose

The Sav­ior com­mands it! Let no one re­fuse.

Go forth to the har­vest

there’s no time to lose

The Sav­ior com­mands it! Let no one re­fuse.

The har­vest is white! Go forth to the field

If young or too fee­ble the sic­kle to wield

The sheaves must be ga­thered

And some one must wait

While others are toil­ing

to watch at the gate.

Go forth to the har­vest

the great and the small

Go work with a will

for there’s work for us all.

Go forth to the har­vest

the great and the small

Go work with a will

for there’s work for us all.

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