1 Where the harvest waves in the fields of sin,
There is work for all who will but enter in;
There’s a place for you:—lift your eyes and see,
And I know that there is a place for me!
Yes, Oh, yes, there’s work that ought to be done;
Harvest days are swiftly passing, there’s no time for delay;
Who’ll go forth with joy to gather the grain,
Who will bear the precious sheaves away
2 In the church of God there is work for all,
There are dying souls to rescue—hear the call!
Tho’ I may not preach, nor a great light be,
Yet I know that there is a work for me. [Refrain]
3 To the home of God far beyond the sky
He will call the faithful servants by and by;
Where the palm trees wave by the crystal sea,
I am sure that there is a place for me. [Refrain]
Johnson Oatman, Jr., son of Johnson and Rachel Ann Oatman, was born near Medford, N. J., April 21, 1856. His father was an excellent singer, and it always delighted the son to sit by his side and hear him sing the songs of the church.
Outside of the usual time spent in the public schools, Mr. Oatman received his education at Herbert's Academy, Princetown, N. J., and the New Jersey Collegiate Institute, Bordentown, N. J. At the age of nineteen he joined the M.E. Church, and a few years later he was granted a license to preach the Gospel, and still later he was regularly ordained by Bishop Merrill. However, Mr. Oatman only serves as a local preacher.
For many years he was engaged with his father in the mercantile business at Lumberton… Go to person page >
Display Title: Work that ought to be doneFirst Line: Where the harvest waves in the ripened fieldTune Title: [Where the harvest waves in the ripened field]Author: Johnson Oatman, Jr.Date: 1911Subject: Harvest | ; Rally Day | ; Service |