Go Forth in Fields of Harvest

Go forth in fields of har­vest

And strive some sheaves to win

O do not spend your pre­cious time

In idle­ness and sin!

The hours are swift­ly passing

O do not longer stand!

Go ga­ther sheaves in­to His gar­ner

With will­ing hand!

Then quick­ly go and la­bor

In the har­vest field for Je­sus work to­day;

Be idle not a mo­ment

Quickly go and bear the gold­en sheaves away.

Go forth with spir­its loy­al

And do what­e’er you can;

There’s work for ev­ery child of God

In His all-won­drous plan;

The gold­en grain is wast­ing

Tho’ la­b’rers are so few—

O quick­ly go and ev­er­more

To Je­sus be true!

And when the har­vest’s end­ed

And time on earth is o’er

If you have la­bored faith­ful­ly

There’ll be for you in store

A home of love and beau­ty

That nev­er fades away

And you shall rest from all your toil

And be blest for aye.