Look on the fields, for they are white already to harvest.
John 4:35
Words: E. J. Peacock, in Rodeheaver’s Gospel Songs, by Homer A. Rodeheaver & Charles Gabriel (Chicago, Illinois: Rodeheaver, 1922), number 26.
Music: Charles H. Gabriel (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know Peacock’s full name, or where to get a good photo of him (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
The fields are all white to the harvest,
And calling for workers today;
The rich, golden grain now invites you,
Oh, who will the summons obey?
Refrain
The harvest is calling,
Awake from thy sleeping!
For few are the workers,
And soon comes the night,
Go forth to the reaping.
The reapers are few for the labor,
And great is the need of the hour;
Go forth in the name of the Master,
For He will endue you with power.
Refrain
And pray ye the Lord of the harvest
To send forth His reapers amain,
For the harvest most surely will perish
Unless we shall garner the grain.
Refrain
And this is the promise He giveth:
The reaper shall wages receive,
And gather his fruit, life eternal:
Go forth, and the promise believe!
Refrain