1 Look upon the fields all white for harvest,
Say not there is nothing you can do;
While the Master calls thee forth to labor,
Go with willing hearts to fields anew.
Go ye forth to labor, there’s enough to do,
For the Master calleth, and he speaks to you;
Go with willing hearts and go with willing hands,
Sure the Master calls thee, heed his blest commands.
2 Look upon the fields all white for harvest!
Let your soul be stirred to earnest deeds;
Oh, awake! arouse thee from thy slumber,
Your most earnest work the Master needs. [Refrain]
3 Look upon the fields all white for harvest!
May the love of souls thy heart inflame;
Tell to some the story of redemption,
Bid them trust alone in Jesus’ name. [Refrain]
4 Look upon the fields all white for harvest!
Soon the day of labor will be past;
“Something for the Master,” be thy motto,
If thou’dst hear the “well done” at the last. [Refrain]