O where are the reap­ers that gar­ner in
The sheaves of the good from the fields of sin?
With sic­kles of truth must the work be done,
And no one may rest till the har­vest home.

Refrain

Where are the reap­ers? O who will come
And share in the glo­ry of the har­vest home?
O who will help us to gar­ner in
The sheaves of good from the fields of sin?

Go out in the by­ways and search them all;
The wheat may be there but the weeds are tall;
Then search in the high­way, and pass none by;
But ga­ther them all for the home on high.

Refrain

The fields are all rip­en­ing, and far and wide
The world now is wait­ing the har­vest tide:
But reap­ers are few, and the work is great,
And much will be lost should the har­vest wait.

Refrain

So come with your sic­kles, ye sons of men,
And ga­ther to­ge­ther the gold­en grain;
Toil on till the Lord of the har­vest come,
Then share ye His joy in the har­vest home.

Refrain