O Who Will Go Forth?

Verse 1

Over fields that are white for the harvest— That are waving with ripe golden grain, Hear the Lord of the harvest entreating— He is calling for reapers again.

Chorus

O who to the Lord will make answer, “Here am I, send me, send me,” O who will go forth to the harvest, For the Master a reaper to be.

Verse 2

Sowing-time, He has said, now, is over, Both the Springtime and Summer are past, And the Lord, forth is sending the reapers, So that none of His sowing be lost.

Verse 3

O the bright golden days of the harvest, Soon will end to return nevermore, Soon the night o’er the earth will have fallen And all work for the reapers be o’er.

Verse 4

Then the Sower and Reaper together, Shall rejoice o’er the souls they have won, They shall each from the lips of the Master Hear the final glad welcome “Well done.”