Scripture Verse

Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest. John 4:35

Introduction

Words: Al­ex­cen­ah Tho­mas, in Liv­ing Fount­ain, ed­it­ed by So­lo­mon W. Straub (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: S. W. Straub, 1884), num­ber 102.

Music: Will­iam A. Og­den (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Tho­mas (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

portrait
William Ogden (1841–1897)

Lyrics

’Tis the har­vest time, ’tis the har­vest time,
To the fields I must away;
For the Mas­ter now is call­ing me,
To go and work to­day.

Refrain

Gleaning on the hill­side, hill­side,
Gleaning on the plain,
Working for the Mas­ter
’Mong the golden grain.

’Tis the har­vest time, ’tis the har­vest time,
Oh! who will go along?
See the fields for har­vest now are white;
I hear the reap­er’s song.

Refrain

’Tis the har­vest time, ’tis the har­vest time,
There is work for all to­day;
If you cannot be a reap­er, then,
Help bear the sheaves away.

Refrain