“Who shall I send,” the Savior is saying,
“Forth to the fields of waving grain?”
Who will today, the summons obeying,
Gather the sheaves that strew the plain?

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“Who shall I send?
Forth to the fields of harvest white?
Who shall I send?” the Savior is saying;
Who in His service will take delight?

Look to the fields, the harvest is whitening,
Quickly the Master’s call obey;
Early to toil, the skies are now brightening,
Gather the golden sheaves today.

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Forth to the world in wickedness lying,
Sounding the message strong and clear;
Plead with the souls the Gospel defying,
Waking the lost to hope and cheer.

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Haste, ere the time of harvest has ended,
Haste ere the strife and toil is o’er;
Soon will the joy of reapers be blended
With the redeemed forevermore.

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