1 Look upon the fields all white for harvest,
Say not there is nothing you can do;
While the Master calls thee forth to labor,
Go with willing hearts to fields anew.
Refrain:
Go ye forth to labor, there’s enough to do,
For the Master calleth, and he speaks to you;
Go with willing hearts and go with willing hands,
Sure the Master calls thee, heed his blest commands.
2 Look upon the fields all white for harvest!
Let your soul be stirred to earnest deeds;
Oh, awake! arouse thee from thy slumber,
Your most earnest work the Master needs. [Refrain]
3 Look upon the fields all white for harvest!
May the love of souls thy heart inflame;
Tell to some the story of redemption,
Bid them trust alone in Jesus’ name. [Refrain]
4 Look upon the fields all white for harvest!
Soon the day of labor will be past;
“Something for the Master,” be thy motto,
If thou’dst hear the “well done” at the last. [Refrain]
Source: Melodious Sonnets #8