Lo! all rea­dy for the ga­ther­ing
God’s great har­vest stands;
Hark! the reap­ers’ song is ring­ing
Up and down the lands;
Hear you not the call for work­men
Sounding ov­er hill and val­ley?
Answer quick­ly, bring to ser­vice
Willing hearts and hands.

Refrain

Lo the har­vest
Ripe and rea­dy stands to­day.
See, the Mas­ter com­eth,
And He comes this way,
Seeking for reap­ers;
Let us an­swer one and all,
For a great re­ward is of­fered
If we heed His call.
Awake, awake, the har­vest waits
On ev­ery hill and plain;
Go, and ga­ther in
The sheaves of gold­en grain;
Reaping and bind­ing
Ere the har­vest pass away,
Answer quick­ly,
We will work to­day.

Great the need,
But few have an­swered,
Hear the Mas­ter say;
From the work of loy­al service
Will you turn away?
O for love of Christ who calls you
To be reap­ers in His har­vest,
Answer, Mas­ter, I will glad­ly
Work for You to­day.

Refrain

O ye id­lers, join the chor­us
Of the har­vest song;
Let its mu­sic rise to Hea­ven
All the hills along;
Those who reap God’s grain and bind it,
And go glean­ing in the byways,
Find that work done for the Sav­ior
Makes the weak­est strong.

Refrain