To the har­vest fields I will glad­ly go,
In the ser­vice of my king,
With a song of love to the faint and low,
In the ser­vice of my king!

Refrain

In the ser­vice of my king,
In the ser­vice of my king!
It is glo­ry there, joy be­yond com­pare,
In the ser­vice of my king.

Let me ev­er work with a will­ing hand,
In the ser­vice of my king,
Guided by His Word, heed­ing each com­mand,
In the ser­vice of my king!

Refrain

Let me win some soul that his life may be
In the ser­vice of my king;
Let me sing some song that will make me free,
In the ser­vice of my king!

Refrain

Just a kind­ly word or a song of pray­er,
In the bless­èd ser­vice of my king,
That the lost may turn and His glo­ry share,
In the bless­èd ser­vice of my king!

In the bless­èd ser­vice of my king,
In the bless­èd ser­vice of my king,
It is glo­ry there, joy be­yond com­pare,
In the bless­èd ser­vice of my king.