We Are Willing Workers In The Open Field


We are willing workers in the open field,
Sowing in the morning for a goodly yield;
Sowing seeds of kindness, sowing seeds of love,
That shall bring us fruitage for the home above.

Refrain:
We are willing workers, joyfully we sing!
Sowing, reaping, gleaming, for our blessed King!
Out upon the highways, in the hedges, too,
Finding ev’rywhere a work of love to do.

We are willing workers out amid the grain,
We will wield our sickles all along the plain;
Reaping for the Master we so dearly love,
Reaping for garners in the realms above. [Refrain]

We are willing workers in the fields so white,
Toiling from the early morning until night;
Gleaming ‘mong the briers, searching ‘mid the leaves,
Bringing to the Master many golden sheaves. [Refrain]