Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest. John 4:35
Let me stay: I fain would labor
In the vineyard of the Lord;
For the fields are ready, whitening,
Jesus says so in His word.
Let me thrust the Spirit’s sickle,
In the fields already white;
Let me blow the Gospel trumpet,
Let me do with all my might.
Let me stay and wear the armor
That my Father doth supply;
Let me cheer the broken-hearted,
Help the pilgrim on his way
Let me point the poor and needy
To a boundless store of grace,
To a mansion in the heavens,
Where the weary are at rest.
Let me stay and warn poor sinners
Of the danger they are in,
While by Christ they’re unprotected,
Foes without and foes within.
Let me tell how Jesus loved them
When He died upon the tree,
When He cried in grief and anguish,
Why has Thou forsaken Me?
Let me stay a little longer,
Gathering for the garner great,
Golden sheaves, oh, precious jewels,
Stars in Jesus’ crown complete.
Let me finish all my labor;
Then my armor I’ll lay down,
And with Jesus Christ, my Savior,
Ever wear a starry crown.
Then I’ll range the fields of Heaven,
And with angels ever sing,
Hallelujah! glory! glory!
Hallelujah to my king!
Then with white-robed seraphs worship
’Round the Father’s great white throne,
Thou art worthy!
O my God, and Thou alone!