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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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!

Refrain