Up, friends of Je­sus, the har­vest now is white,
Work will soon be ov­er, fast falls the shade of night;
Strong in His strength, let us bind the gold­en sheaves,
Could we meet the Mas­ter with naught but leaves?

Refrain

Work and pray, yes, work and pray,
Let the watch­word pass along,
Work and pray, now while ’tis day,
Come and join our hap­py throng.

Up, friends of Je­sus, for time will soon be o’er,
Harvest days are pass­ing to come again no more.
Wake from re­pose, hear the Mas­ter call­ing still,
Rise to ear­nest ef­fort with right good will.

Refrain

Shout, friends of Je­sus, for when our work is done,
Joyful we will ga­ther to greet the har­vest home;
Then let us hast­en the gold­en sheaves to bind,
Rest and life eter­nal we all shall find.

Refrain