The harvest is white! The la­borers are few,
And work is abundant for Christians to do.
The poor and the famished
Are crying for bread,
The sick must be cared for, the hungry be fed.
Go forth to the harvest, go work for the Lord,
The least act of kindness shall have its re­ward.
Go forth to the harvest, go work for the Lord,
The least act of kindness shall have its re­ward.

The harvest is white! From far distant lands,
The heathen are crying with uplifted hands.
While rings loud and clear
The command of the Lord,
Go ye to all nations, and publish My Word.
Go forth to the harvest, go, labor with might,
The day is fast passing, soon cometh the night.
Go forth to the harvest, go, labor with might,
The day is fast passing, soon cometh the night.

The harvest is white! On all sides around,
The woe stricken followers of Satan abound;
Degraded, debased and corrupted with sin,
From street and from alley, go gather them in.
Go forth to the harvest, there’s no time to lose,
The Sav­ior commands it! Let no one refuse.
Go forth to the harvest, there’s no time to lose,
The Sav­ior commands it! Let no one re­fuse.

The harvest is white! Go forth to the field,
If young or too feeble the sickle to wield,
The sheaves must be ga­thered,
And some one must wait,
While others are toiling, to watch at the gate.
Go forth to the harvest, the great and the small,
Go work with a will, for there’s work for us all.
Go forth to the harvest, the great and the small,
Go work with a will, for there’s work for us all.