Scripture Verse

Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that He will send forth laborers into His harvest. Matthew 9:38


Words: Mary H. Max­well, Orig­in­al Hymns (New York: 1849).

Music: Re­gent Square Hen­ry T. Smart, in Psalms and Hymns for Di­vine Wor­ship (Lon­don: 1867) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Max­well (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

Henry T. Smart


Saints of God! the dawn is brightening,
Token of our coming Lord:
O’er the earth the field is whitening;
Louder rings the Master’s Word;
Pray for reapers, pray for reapers
In the harvest of the Lord!

Feebly now they toil in sadness,
Weeping o’er the waste around,
Slowly gathering grains of gladness,
While their echoing cries resound,
Pray that reapers, pray that reapers,
In God’s harvest may abound.

Now, O Lord, fulfill Thy pleasure,
Breathe upon Thy chosen band,
And, with Pentecostal measure,
Send forth reapers o’er our land;
Faithful reapers, faithful reapers,
Gathering sheaves for Thy right hand.

Broad the shadow of our nation,
Eager millions hither roam;
Lo! they wait for Thy salvation;
Come, Lord Jesus! quickly come!
By Thy Spirit, by Thy Spirit,
Bring Thy ransomed people home.

Soon shall end the time of weeping,
Soon the reaping time will come;
Heaven and earth together keeping
God’s eternal harvest home.
Saints and angels, saints and angels,
Shout the world’s great harvest home.