The Spiritual Harvest

1 Not across the surging ocean,
Nor the mountains huge and high,
Nor the plains of vast dimensions,
Need'st thou cast thy longing eye;
But amid the scenes of action,
All around thee, ev'rywhere,
Thou canst find a ripened harvest,
Waiting for thy toil and care.

2 Souls without the love of Jesus,
Intercept thee day by day;
Some perhaps whom thou canst surely
Help to find the narrow way;
Souls who may, if thou prove faithless,
Still pursue the downward road,
Till at last the great Destroyer,
Drags them to his dark abode.

3 On the highways, in the alleys,
In the busy marts of trade,
In the palace, in the cottage,
Thousands still the truth evade.
These have all been fully purchased,
By the Saviour's precious blood;
And shall not they all be rescued
From the dark, impending flood?

4 Up then, teachers, to the rescue!
Scholars, seek the harvest field!
If in faith and love you labor,
You shall see a plenteous yield;
And the ever-blessed Master
Surely will your toil repay,
Far beyond what earth can measure
In the realms of endless day.

Source: The Evergreen: songs for the Sunday school, sanctuary and home circle #37