Who Shall I Send?

Who shall I send

the Sav­ior is say­ing

Forth to the fields of wav­ing grain?

Who will to­day

the sum­mons ob­ey­ing

Gather the sheaves that strew the plain?

Who shall I send?

Forth to the fields of har­vest white?

Who shall I send? the Sav­ior is say­ing;

Who in His serv­ice will take de­light?

Look to the fields

the har­vest is whit­en­ing

Quickly the Mas­ter’s call ob­ey;

Early to toil

the skies are now bright­en­ing

Gather the gold­en sheaves to­day.

Forth to the world in wick­ed­ness ly­ing

Sounding the mes­sage strong and clear;

Plead with the souls the Gos­pel de­fy­ing

Waking the lost to hope and cheer.

Haste

ere the time of har­vest has end­ed

Haste ere the strife and toil is o’er;

Soon will the joy of reap­ers be blend­ed

With the re­deemed for­ev­er­more.