In the har­vest field there is work to do,
For the grain is ripe, and the reap­ers few;
And the Mas­ter’s voice bids the work­ers true
Heed the call that He gives to­day.

Refrain

Labor on, la­bor on,
Keep the bright re­ward in view,
For the Mas­ter has said
He will strength re­new;
Labor on till the close of day.

Crowd the gar­ner well with its sheaves all bright,
Let the song be glad, and the heart be light,
Fill the pre­cious hours ere the shades of night
Take the place of the gold­en day.

Refrain

In the glean­er’s path may be rich re­ward,
Tho’ the time seems long, and the la­bor hard;
For the Mas­ter’s joy, with His chos­en shared,
Drives the gloom from the dark­est day.

Refrain

Lo! the Har­vest Home in the realms above
Shall be gained by each who has toiled and strove,
When the Mas­ter’s voice, in His words of love,
Calls away to eter­nal day.

Refrain