Author: M. Lowrie Hofford Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9938 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1 Look up! behold, the fields are white,
The harvest time is near;
The summons of the Master falls
Upon the reaper’s ear:
Go forth into the golden grain
And bind the precious sheaves,
And garner for the Lord of Hosts
The harvest which He gives.
2 Look up! behold, the fields are white,
The laborers are few,
The gathering of the harvest must
By grace depend on you:
Go forth throughout the busy world,
The world of want and sin,
And gather for the Lord of Hosts
Its dying millions in.
3 Look up! behold, the fields are white,
The Master soon will come,
And carry with rejoicing heart
His gathered trophies home;
And can you stand with empty arms,
While gladly He receives
From others in the harvest field
A load of precious sheaves? Languages: English Tune Title: BOR
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