Scripture Verse

The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few. Matthew 9:37


Words: Will­iam E. Pen­ney, in Hap­py Greet­ings, by Asa Hull (New York: Asa Hull, 1888), num­ber 16.

Music: Asa Hull (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Pen­ney (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Asa Hull (1828–1907)


We are ear­nest toil­ers on life’s fruit­ful field,
Trusting to the Mas­ter for the har­vest yield;
Each one has his mis­sion, each his work to do;
May we all prove faith­ful till our work is through.


Toiling! toil­ing in the days of youth!
Toiling! toil­ing for the cause of truth!
Toiling in the sha­dow, toil­ing in the sun,
Anywhere He calls you, till your work is done!

Toiling not for rich­es, not for world­ly fame,
But for life eter­nal thro’ our Sav­ior’s name;
Fighting strong temp­ta­tion, seek­ing help above,
Striving to bring oth­ers to the God of love.


Truth, our shin­ing sic­kle, learn­ing to use well,
Reaping in life’s har­vest, who the good can tell?
Reaping in the sha­dow, reap­ing in the sun,
Anywhere He calls us, till our work is done.


And in life’s de­clin­ing, all our work com­plete,
We will lay our sic­kles at our mas­ter’s feet;
And each pa­tient toil­er, all life’s tri­als o’er,
Will re­ceive his por­tion—life for ev­er­more.