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Behold the fields are white

Look up behold the fields are white the harvest

Author: M. Lowrie Hofford
Tune: [Look up! behold, the fields are white] (Sweney)
Published in 15 hymnals

Printable scores: PDF, Noteworthy Composer
Audio files: MIDI

Representative Text

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.

Refrain:
Look up! look up! behold, the fields are white,
The harvest time is near,
The harvest time is near;
Look up! look up! behold, the fields are white,
Look up! behold, the fields are white,
The harvest time is near.

2 Look up! behold, the fields are white;
The laborers are few;
The gath’ring 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. [Refrain]

3 Look up! behold, the fields are white;
The Master soon shall 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. [Refrain]

Source: Melodious Sonnets #71

Author: M. Lowrie Hofford

Born: January 27, 1825, Doylestown, Pennsylvania. Died: January 9, 1888, Trenton, New Jersey. Hofford attended Lafayette and Princeton, where he graduated in 1849. He studied theology at the Princeton seminary for a year, and became principal of the Camden collegiate institute. While there, he organized a church at Beverly, New Jersey, being licensed by the Presbytery in Philadelphia in 1852. In 1855, he was ordained an evangelist in Burlington, New Jersey. In 1860, he began teaching at the Trenton Institute, and in 1863 took charge of a military institute at Allentown, Pennsylvania that was later incorporated as Muhlenberg College; he served there as a professor and later president. He taught and pastored at Camden and Beverly, New Jer… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Look up behold the fields are white the harvest
Title: Behold the fields are white
Author: M. Lowrie Hofford
Refrain First Line: Look up

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The Cyber Hymnal #9938

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