The fields are white, 'tis harvest time
But laborers are few;
The Lord unto His service calls
The willing and the true.

chorus:
Hear ye the call, who will reply?
Send me, O master, here am I.

Faint heart, no longer idly stand
Nor yet an hour delay;
The gath'ring clouds a storm fortell,
Arise, go work today!

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Wait not for other hands to do
The service of the Lord;
"To every man his work" is given,
And each receives reward.

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What wond'rous grace, O Lord, is Thine
Such servants to employ,
To maek us partners in Thy toil,
And sharers in Thy joy!

chorus:
I hear the call, I now reply
Send me, O master, here am I.