Scripture Verse

Raise your eyes and look at the fields and see, they are white for harvest. John 4:35


Words: Bir­die Bell, in Ju­bi­lant Voic­es, ed­it­ed by W. How­ard Doane, Eli­sha A. Hoff­man, Will­iam Kirk­pat­rick & Charles H. Gabriel (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Hope Pub­lish­ing, 1905), num­ber 84.

Music: Gdyn­ia Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick, 1905 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

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

William J. Kirkpatrick


Harvest fields are waiting,
White the waving grain;
Christ the Master calleth,
Soon the day will wane.
Hasten at His bidding,
Join the reaper band,
Help them at their labor,
Work with willing hand.


Harvest fields are waiting,
Labor while you may;
Time is swiftly flying,
Come and work today.

Harvest fields are waiting,
Do not linger long;
Borne upon the breezes,
Comes the reaper’s song.
Patiently, O toiler,
Pluck the golden grain,
Ere the shades of evening
Fall o’er hill and plain.


Harvest fields are waiting:
Who will come today,
Join the band of reapers,
Bear the sheaves away?
Soon the day of toiling
Will be ever past;
May the Master’s greeting
Be Well done at last!