Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest. John 4:35
Up, friends of Jesus, the harvest now is white,
Work will soon be over, fast falls the shade of night;
Strong in His strength, let us bind the golden sheaves,
Could we meet the Master with naught but leaves?
Work and pray, yes, work and pray,
Let the watchword pass along,
Work and pray, now while ’tis day,
Come and join our happy throng.
Up, friends of Jesus, for time will soon be o’er,
Harvest days are passing to come again no more.
Wake from repose, hear the Master calling still,
Rise to earnest effort with right good will.
Shout, friends of Jesus, for when our work is done,
Joyful we will gather to greet the harvest home;
Then let us hasten the golden sheaves to bind,
Rest and life eternal we all shall find.