Go Forth To The Harvest To The Fields Of


Go forth to the harvest,
To the fields of ripened grain,
The Master loud is calling,
Why in idleness remain?
The yield is abundant and the laborers are few,
Then go forth! the Master calls for you!

Refrain:
Then go forth to the harvest of the Lord;
To the field,
And trust His word! The Master’s calling, calling.
Rich is the harvest and the laborers are few,-
Then go forth-the Master calls for you!

The grain must be gathered,
And the harvest days go by,
The golden hours are flying-
Who will answer “Here am I”?
The Lord of the harvest seeketh reapers tried and true,
Then go forth! the Master calls for you! [Refrain]

Delay not to gather
For the garners over there;
How can you from His bounty,
Withered leaves to judgment bear?
Behold, in His vineyard there is work for all to do,
Then go forth! the Master calls for you! [Refrain]