1 Labor in the harvest field,
Bringing in the golden yield,
Christ will ever safely shield,
When foes are near.
He will keep you pure and true,
Day by day your strength renew,
Helping you your task to do,
With words of cheer.
Smile and sing, willingly, for the King,
Always working within the sunshine of His smile;
Work and pray, faithfully, day by day,
Finding joy in the Master’s service all the while
2 Try to please Him ev’ry day,
Whether life be sad or gay,
Then from Him you’ll never stray
But safe abide.
He will make the shadows flee,
Fill your heart with songs of glee;
Close beside you He will be,
Whate’er betide. [Refrain]
3 All your cares on Jesus cast,
To His promise holding fast,
Till His glory bright at last
We all shall share.
‘Neath His wings we rest secure,
Trusting in His promise sure,
All the faithful who endure
Shall praise Him there. [Refrain]
Source: The Excelsior Hymnal #21
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Festival Songs No.7 #d8||Joy in the Master's service||Labor in the harvest field||James Rowe||1914|
|The Excelsior Hymnal #21||Joy in the Master’s Service||Labor in the harvest field||[Labor in the harvest field]||James Rowe||1919|
|The Festival Song Budget, Children's Day #d18||Joy in the Master's service||Labor in the harvest field||James Rowe||1914|