Scripture Verse

Look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest. John 4:35

Introduction

Words: John B. Hague, Hymns for So­cial and Pri­vate Wor­ship 1842.

Music: Phi­lip P. Bliss, Gos­pel Songs (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Am­er­ican Bap­tist Pub­li­ca­tion So­cie­ty, 1874), num­ber 90 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Hague (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

portrait
Philip P. Bliss (1838–1876)

Lyrics

Hark, sinner, while God
From on high doth entreat thee,
And warnings with accents
Of mercy doth blend;
Give ear to His voice,
Lest in judg­ment He meet thee;
The harvest is passing,
The summer will end.

Refrain

The harvest is passing,
The summer will end;
The harvest is passing,
The summer will end.

How oft of thy danger
And guilt He hath told thee!
How oft still the message
Of mercy doth send!
Haste, haste, while He waits in
His arms to enfold thee:
The harvest is passing,
The summer will end.

Refrain

Despised and rejected,
At length He may leave thee:
What anguish and horror
Thy bosom will rend!
Then haste thee, O sinner,
While He will receive thee:
The harvest is passing,
The summer will end.

Refrain

The Sav­ior will call thee
In judg­ment before Him;
Oh, bow to His scepter,
And make Him thy friend;
Now yield Him thy heart,
And make haste to adore Him:
The harvest is passing,
The summer will end.

Refrain