In the harvest field now ripenedThere’s a work for all to do;Hark! the voice of God is callingTo the harvest calling you.
Little is much when God is in it!Labor not for wealth or fame.There’s a crown—and you can win it,If you go in Jesus’ Name.
In the mad rush of the broad way,In the hurry and the strife,Tell of Jesus’ love and mercy,Give to them the Word of Life.
Does the place you’re called to laborSeem too small and little known?It is great if God is in it,And He’ll not forget His own.
Are you laid aside from service,Body worn from toil and care?You can still be in the battle,In the sacred place of prayer.
When the conflict here is endedAnd our race on earth is run,He will say, if we are faithful,“Welcome home, My child—well done!”
Looking upward every day,Sunshine on our faces;Pressing onward every dayToward the heavenly places;
Growing every day in awe,For Thy Name is holy;Learning every day to loveWith a love more lowly;
Walking every day more closeTo our Elder Brother;Growing every day more trueUnto one another;
Leaving every day behindSomething which might hinder;Running swifter every day;Growing purer, kinder—
Lord, so pray we every day:Hear us in Thy pity,That we enter in at lastTo the holy city.