O Still in Accents Sweet

Verse 1

O still in accents sweet and strong Sounds forth the ancient word, "More reapers for white harvest fields, More laborers for the Lord."

Verse 2

We hear the call; in dreams no more In selfish ease we lie, But, girded for our Father's work, Go forth beneath His sky.

Verse 3

Where prophets' word, and martyrs' blood, And prayers of saints were sown, We, to their labors entering in, Would reap where they have strown.

Verse 4

O Thou whose call our hearts has stirred, To do Thy will we come; Thrust in our sickles at Thy word, And bear our harvest home.

Verse 5

Amen.