The har­vest is white and the reap­ers are few,
While thou­sands are dy­ing in sin,
And the Sav­ior ab­ove is call­ing for you,
To ga­ther the lost ones in.

Refrain

Gather them in, the gold­en grain,
Go ga­ther from fields of sin;
The har­vest is white and the glean­ers are few,
O reap­ers! Ga­ther the last ones in.

The Lord of the har­vest ap­peals un­to you,
To go out in the fields of sin,
And tell to the world this Gos­pel so true,
And win­ning the lost ones to Him.

Refrain

The Sav­ior is with us, so bu­ry your fears;
Your la­bors will not be in vain;
In the morn­ing sow seed and bathe them in tears,
Returning at eve with grain.

Refrain

When life’s work is done and we ga­ther at home,
With mill­ions now wait­ing us there,
Every soul we have won will add a bright star
To the beau­ti­ful crown we shall wear.

Refrain