O man of God, arise

1 O man of God, arise,
A voice sounds from the skies,
Awake, 'tis day!
Behold the fields in sight;
The harvest glows with light;
Put in your sickle bright;
Up and away!

2 My work is great, be strong;
The day of toil is long,
Seek help divine.
The dangers may appall;
Thy heart within thee fall;
Upon me always call;
My strength is thine.

3 My blood has tinged the cross
Thy soul to save from loss,
In endless night.
Let love reign in thy heart;
My truth and zeal impart;
Thus to the fields depart
With holy might.

4 The reaper shall be blest;
The toiler have his rest,
My word I give.
Like me thou shalt appear;
From sin forever clear;
Secure from every fear
With me to live.

Amen.

Source: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #342