Scripture Verse

The harvest truly is great, but the laborers are few. Luke 10:2


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Songs of Tri­umph, ed­it­ed by John Swa­nel Ins­kip (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Na­tion­al Pub­lish­ing As­so­cia­tion for Pro­mo­tion of Ho­li­ness, 1882), num­ber 63.

Music: Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick (🔊 pdf nwc).

William J. Kirkpatrick (1838–1921)


Lo! the gold­en fields are smil­ing,
Wherefore idle shouldst thou be?
Great the har­vest, few the work­ers,
And the Lord hath need of thee.
Go and work, the time is wan­ing,
Let thy ear­nest heart re­ply
To the call so oft re­peat­ed,
Blessèd Mas­ter, here am I.


Hark! the song, the song of busy work­ers,
In the fields so fair to see;
Go and fill thy place among them,
For the Lord hath need of thee.

Take the balm of con­so­la­tion
That so oft has cheered thy heart;
Let some wea­ry bro­ther toil­er,
In thy com­fort share a part.
Go and lift the hea­vy bur­den,
He has strug­gled long to bear,
Go, and kneel­ing down be­side him,
Blend thy faith with his in pray­er.


Go and ga­ther souls for Je­sus;
Precious souls thy love may win;
Lead them to the door of mer­cy;
Tell them how to en­ter in.
Go and ga­ther souls for Je­sus;
Work while strength and breath re­main;
What are years of con­stant la­bor
To the joy thou yet shalt gain?


Go, then, work, the Mas­ter call­eth;
Go, no long­er idle be;
Waste no more thy pre­cious mo­ments,
For the Lord hath need of Thee.
Once He gave His life thy ran­som,
That thy soul with Him might live;
Now the ser­vice He de­mand­eth
Can thy heart re­fuse to give?