1 Saints of God! the dawn is brightening,
Token of our coming Lord;
O'er the earth the field is whitening,
Louder rings the Master's word:
Pray for reapers, Pray for reapers,
In the harvest of the Lord!
2 Now, O Lord, fulfill Thy pleasure,
Breathe upon Thy chosen band,
And, with Pentecostal measure,
Send forth reapers o'er our land;
Faithful reapers, Faithful reapers,
Gathering sheaves for Thy right hand.
3 Broad the shadow of our nation,
Eager millions hither roam;
Lo! they wait for Thy salvation;
Come, Lord Jesus! quickly come!
By Thy Spirit, By Thy Spirit,
Bring Thy ransomed people home.
4 Soon shall end the time of weeping,
Soon the reaping time will come;
Heaven and earth together keeping
God's eternal Harvest Home.
Saints and angels, Saints and angels,
Shout the world's great Harvest Home.