There Is Work For All To Do Then Away Ye


There is work for all to do,
Then away, ye reapers true,
To the field, to the field;
‘Tis the harvest Lord’s command,
Help the needs on ev’ry hand,-
To the field, to the field.

Refrain:
To the field march away with the Savior today,
To your promise be true, ev’ry order obey;
Go and gather the grain for the Lord while you may,
To the field, to the field.

Soon the shades of night will fall,
Ending labor-time for all,-
To the field, to the field;
While the sunshine gilds the earth,
To your Master prove your worth,-
To the field, to the field. [Refrain]

Do not say, “Some other day;”
With your sickle speed away
To the field, to the field;
Then when light of earth grows dim
You will have some sheaves for Him;
To the field, to the field. [Refrain]