1 The harvest is great,
The laborers are few;
Jesus calls for reapers,
He calls the tried and true.
Oh, are you ready, brother?
Say, “Here am I, send me;”
“Send where thou wilt, dear Master;
True to the end I’ll be.”
Then haste away, ye reapers of the cross,
The golden harvest must not suffer loss;
The evening sun is sinking very fast,
Soon the harvest-time will be forever past.
2 The harvest is great,
Oh, see the falling grain
On the Indian mountains,
On China’s floral plain.
Speed to the harvest, reaper,
Garner a few more sheaves;
When all the reapers gather,
Dare not to come with leaves. [Refrain]
3 The harvest is great,
The laborers are few,
Jesus now is calling
So earnestly for you.
Go to the harvest, brother,
Go like a reaper brave;
Rush to the rescue, sister,
Perishing souls to save. [Refrain]
4 The harvest is great,
How can we e’er describe?
From the Greenland dweller,
From Afric’s dusky tribe,
Comes there a call so plaintive,
Hear it from morn till night;
Hear ‘mid the teardrops falling:
“Send us the gospel light.” [Refrain]
Then haste ye to the harvest,
Ye reapers of the cross.
Daniel Otis Teasley, 1876-1942
Died: November 15, 1942, Santa Ana, California.
Teasley entered the ministry of the Church of God denomination in 1896, and pastored in New York. Sometime after 1910, he became General Manager of the Gospel Trumpet Company, where he worked until 1917. He then worked as general manager of Warner Press (1917-18). His works include:
Historical Geography of the Bible, 1898, 1917
The Holy Spirit and Other Spirits, 1904
How to Conduct a Sunday School, 1911
The Gospel Guide-book, 1918
The Bible and How to Interpret It, 1918
At the Cross of Jesus Bowing
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