Scripture Verse

Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest. John 4:35

Introduction

Words: Er­nest G. Wes­ley, in The Me­thod­ist Sun­day School Hym­nal (New York: Me­thod­ist Book Con­cern, 1911), num­ber 150.

Music: Mis­sion­a­ry Call John H. Gow­er, 1911 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Gow­er (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), or a bet­ter one of Wes­ley, would you ?

portrait
Ernest G. W. Wesley
(1847–1929)

Lyrics

God’s words to thee are spoken:
Go forth, the fields to reap;
His promise is His token
That He thy soul will keep.
Heed not what voice may call thee,
Turn not one hour aside;
Though world and flesh entice thee,
Do thou in Christ confide.

He calls; why shouldst thou linger?
The harvest fields are white;
Should doubt or danger hinder,
Walk thou in God’s own light.
Go where and when He sends thee;
His will seek thou to know;
Thy God will ever lead thee,
And every step will show.

To all who go, obeying,
Rich promises He gives;
All needed strength conveying,
From Him who ever lives.
Thy way is straight before thee;
The gates are all unbarred;
While mighty love impels thee,
No pathway will be hard.

Go where the lost are dying,
Because of guilt and sin;
Go, on love’s pinions flying,
For Christ the world to win.
His grace will e’er sustain thee,
His strength shall thee enshrine;
No foe shall e’er o’erwhelm thee,
While Christ the Lord is thine.