1 Today earth’s fields are ripe and golden,
They wait for reapers, strong and true;
The sheaves now stand to be ingathered,
And Christ, the Master, seeks for you.
He calls you from your rest and pleasure,
Your home and loved ones bid you leave;
He calls you in His fields to labor,
O why not now His call receive?
The harvest fields are ripe for reaping,
Haste forth to reap them, haste away,
The Lord for thee a place is keeping;
Haste forth to reap them, haste today!
The Lord for thee this hour is seeking,
Haste forth to reap, make no delay;
Thine hours for toil are short and fleeting,
Haste now to reap! God shows the way!
2 The millions still in bondage dying,
Now need the freedom you can bring;
Go bear the message of salvation,
Go tell them of your Savior King.
The nation’s gates are thrown wide open,
You now can enter if you will;
Go forth with prayer and faith and courage,
Your arms with precious sheaves to fill. [Refrain]
3 The harvests, if ungathered, perish,
Their priceless fruitage ever lost;
Thine hours for toil away are speeding,
Go now, ne’er thinking of the cost.
All God could give for thee was given,
From Him withhold not aught thine own;
None else can do the work He gives you,
Let faith and love by works be shown. [Refrain]
4 Your field is where the grain, ungathered,
Invites, with Christ, His toil to share;
Go when He calls and where He bids you,
Thy Lord o’er you has constant care.
Think not to choose your field of labor,
God knows just where your toil He needs;
Contented be where’er He sends you,
Haste, follow where the Savior leads. [Refrain]
Source: The King of Kings: a choice collection of gospel songs, standard hymns, choruses, children's songs, solos, duets, and quartets together with responsive readings for use in evangelistic meetings... #78