White Already The Fields That Wait

White already, the fields that wait,
Why should you tarry longer?
Come, O come for the hours grow late,
Ne’er will your arms be stronger.

White, so white, see the harvest field,
White already for reaping;
Lo, that precious and plenteous yield
Given into your keeping.

White already, for sun and rain,
Given to overflowing,
Pour their treasure, and not in vain,
See where the grain is growing. [Refrain]

White already, but where are those
Waiting with purpose steady?
Where the reapers, whose fervor glows,
Answering-“we” are ready? [Refrain]