The fields are white to har­vest,
The grain is fall­ing fast,
And soon the time of reap­ing
Forever will be past.

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The har­vest bells! oh, how they ring;
To one and all they say,
O come, the bless­èd Gos­pel sing,
Come work and watch and pray.

Come ov­er then and help us,
The har­vest bells do say,
Come quick­ly to the res­cue;
This call we must ob­ey.

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Then do not tar­ry long­er,
Make haste, the bells do say,
As ev­ery­where they’re ring­ing,
Work while ’tis called to­day.

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Then let us pray and la­bor
Until the end we see,
’Till eve­ry friend and neigh­bor
From Sa­tan shall be free.

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