Lo, The Golden Fields Are Smiling
Words: Fanny J. Crosby
Music: W.J. Kirkpatrick
Circa 1890 Hymn #:113

Refrain
Hark! The song, the song of busy workers,
In the fields so fair to see;
Go and fill thy place among them,
For the Lord hath need of thee.

Take the balm of consolation,
That so oft has cheer'd thy heart;
Let some weary brother toiler,
In thy comfort share a part,
Go and lift the heavy burden
He has struggled long to bear;
Go, and kneeling down beside him,
blend thy faith with him in prayer.

Go and gather souls for Jesus;
Precious souls thy love may win;
Lead them to the door of mercy,
Tell them how to enter in.
Go, and gather souls for Jesus;
Work while strength and breath remain;
What are years of constant labor
To the joy thou yet shalt gain?

Go, then, work, the Master calleth;
Go, no longer idle be:
Waste no more thy precious moments,
For the Lord hath need of thee.
Once he gave his life thy ransom
That thy soul with him might live.
Now the service he demandeth,
Can thy heart refuse to give?