1. Lo! the fields are white unto the harvest now [harvest now], But the lab'rers, where are they? 2. If we can-not with the reapers bear the toil [bear the toil], Binding up the heavy grain; 3. But we know the glorious harvest home is near [home is near], And the time will not be long, 35 1. To God we render in this dear re- treat Songs of praise, grateful praise, Gladly sitting at the 25 ますます D.C. see, Still the faithful guid- ing Where the pastures green they By the waters sparkling free. |