Lift up your eyes to the fields that are whitening ; Hark ! 'tis the voice of the Master and Lord : See ! on each side there is work for the reaper, Sheaves that are golden shall be the reward.
Are you a reaper ? Are you a reaper ? Gath . . . ering fruit . . . unto life evermore ? Lift up your eyes, for the harvest is ready ; Hasten, oh hasten to gather your store I
2. Look on the fields how the harvest is wasting, Waiting for reapers to garner it in ! He that is faithful receiveth his wages ; Joy everlasting the reaper shall win.
3. Souls that are ready to enter the kingdom, Wait for the glad invitation today : " Go ye and tell," is the word of the Master---- Servant of Jesus, oh hear, and obey !
4. Reap for His glory in fields that are nearest, Look all abroad, for the harvest is white ; O'er the wide earth are the sheaves to be garnered---- Hasten, O reaper, fast cometh the night !