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| 354 | The Hymnal#355 | 356 |
1 O still in accents sweet and strong
Sounds forth the ancient word,
"More reapers for white harvest fields,
More laborers for the Lord."
2 We hear the call; in dreams no more
In selfish ease we lie,
But, girded for our Father's work,
Go forth beneath His sky.
3 Where prophets' word, and martyrs' blood,
And prayers of saints were sown,
We, to their labors entering in,
Would reap where they have strown.
4 O Thou whose call our hearts has stirred,
To do Thy will we come;
Thrust in our sickles at Thy word,
And bear our harvest home.
Amen.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | O still in accents sweet and strong |
| Author: | Rev. Samuel Longfellow (1864) |
| Publication Date: | 1895 |
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