Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest.@John 4:35
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Robert Lowry (1826-1899)

M. Lowrie Hofford, in Joyful Lays, edited by Robert Lowry & W. Howard Doane (New York & Chicago, Illinois: Biglow & Main, 1884), number 87.

Bor Robert Lowry, 1884 (๐Ÿ”Š pdf nwc).

Look up! behold, the fields are white,
The harvest time is near;
The summons of the Master falls
Upon the reaperโ€™s ear:
Go forth into the golden grain
And bind the precious sheaves,
And garner for the Lord of Hosts
The harvest which He gives.

Look up! behold, the fields are white,
The laborers are few,
The gathering of the harvest must
By grace depend on you:
Go forth throughout the busy world,
The world of want and sin,
And gather for the Lord of Hosts
Its dying millions in.

Look up! behold, the fields are white,
The Master soon will come,
And carry with rejoicing heart
His gathered trophies home;
And can you stand with empty arms,
While gladly He receives
From others in the harvest field
A load of precious sheaves?