Lift Up Your Eyes To The Fields That Are Whitening;
Hark! ‘Tis The Voice Of The Master And Lord;
See, On Each Side There Is Work For The Reaper,
Sheaves That Are Golden Shall Be The Reward.

Are You A Reaper?
Are You A Reaper?
Gathering Fruit Unto Life Evermore?
Lift Up Your Eyes, For The Harvest Is Ready;
Hasten, Oh, Hasten To Gather Your Store!

Look On The Fields How The Harvest Is Wasting,
Waiting For Reapers To Garner It In;
He That Is Faithful Receiveth His Wages;
Joy Everlasting The Reaper Shall Win.

Souls That Are Ready To Enter The Kingdom,
Wait For The Glad Invitation Today;
“Go Ye And Tell,” Is The Word Of The Master,
Servant Of Jesus, Oh, Hear, And Obey.

Reap For His Glory In Fields That Are Nearest,
Look All Abroad, For The Harvest Is White:
O’er The Wide Earth Are The Sheaves To Be Garnered,
Hasten, O Reaper, Fast Cometh The Night.