Ho, reapers in the whitened harvest ! Oft feeble, faint, and few ; Come, wait upon the blessed Master, Our strength He will renew.
For " they that wait upon the Lord . . . shall renew their strength : . . they shall mount up with wings, . . . they shall mount up with wings as eagles : they shall run . . . and not be wea - - ry ; they shall walk and not faint ; . . . i hey shall run . . . and not be wea - - ry ; they shall walk and not faint ; . . . they shall run and not be weary ; shall walk and not faint."
2. Too oft aweary and discouraged, We pour a sad complaint ; Believing in a living Saviour, Why should we ever faint ?
3. Rejoice ! for He is with us alway, Lo, even to the end ! [ward ââ¬â Look up ! take courage and go for- All needed grace He'll send !