1 Harvest fields are waiting, white the waving grain;
Christ the Master calleth, soon the day will wane.
Hasten at His bidding, join the reaper band,
Help them at their labor, work with willing hand.
Harvest fields are waiting, labor while you may;
Time is swiftly flying, dome and work today.
2 Harvest fields are waiting, do not linger long;
Borne upon the breezes, comes the reaper’s song.
Patiently, O toiler, pluck the golden grain,
Ere the shades of evening fall o’er hill and plain. [Refrain]
3 Harvest fields are waiting: who will come today,
Join the band of reapers, bear the sheaves away?
Soon the day of toiling will be ever past;
May the Master’s greeting be "Well done" at last! [Refrain]
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11556
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11556||Harvest Fields Are Waiting||Harvest fields are waiting, white the waving grain||GDYNIA||Birdie Bell||11.11.11 D||<cite>Jubilant Voices</cite> by W. Howard Doane, Elisha A. Hoffman, William Kirkpatrick and Charles H. Gabriel (Chicago: Hope Publishing Company, 1905)|