We la­bor in the Gos­pel field
With will­ing hearts and true;
We ga­ther in the pre­cious yield
And ev­er keep in view:

Refrain

When the har­vest comes!
When the har­vest comes!
With pre­cious sheaves be rea­dy
When the har­vest comes.

We glad­ly go where He may call
Our sheaves to seek and find;
We tell of Him who died for all,
Still bear­ing this in mind:

Refrain

We take the Word as we are shown
And sow it by the way;
We oft­en reap what has been sown,
This pre­cept to obey:

Refrain

We glad­ly spend these pass­ing days
Amid the rip­en­ing grain;
We give the Mas­ter all the praise
By this our sweet re­frain:

Refrain