1 Behold the changing autumn leaves,
Behold the fields of rip’ning grain,
Go gather in the golden sheaves
From valley, hill, and distant plain.
Then, reapers, haste, the skies are clear,
The fields resound the glad refrain.
The harvesters, from far and near,
Are gath’ring in the golden grain.
2 Behold the harvest of the Lord!
Behold the broad and whitening fields!
Send out the call, send forth the word,
Till hundredfold the harvest yields. [Chorus]
3 Why idly stand? there’s work for all;
The Master calls, why longer wait?
Go, gather in both great and small,
Make haste, or you will be too late. [Chorus]
Source: Gospel Praise Book.: a collection of choice gems of sacred song suitable for church service, gospel praise meetings, and family devotions. (Complete ed.) #72